It is probably no surprise to you that I love wood! The feel, the smell, the weight, the earthiness of it. I am also a bit of a sentamental gal and hold onto objects and their associations with them. Last year I just about missed out on an opportunity to have a really special piece of wood. There is this table that was given to my older sis when she married her hubby wow almost 19 years ago. This table was my grandma and grandpapa's table. My grandpapa died a few months after my sister got married and my grandma sold the family farm and many of the objects with it. I was single and in college at the time so not as interested in family furniture.
Fast forward to a couple years ago and my sis who had moved away was moving back and had a different dining room that the table did not fit. It sat in her garage for a while and then she talked to me about giving it to us. Can you believe I hesitated, I am so happy she gave it to us. Especially when I found out this was not just my grandma's table, but my great grandma's table whom I was named after! Now we have had the table since last summer and I love curling my toes on the wooden lion toes just as much as I did when I was little, they are just easier to reach now that I am the mama, and my son's join me as we all love to be bare foot!
Sometimes I sit there amazed at just what this old table has experienced and heard from my family- that is some serious roots!
