Sheila told me she wanted to see my mother's Library Table I talked about in the previous entry, so here it is. I found this picture that I took when we were first moving into the trailer house. I'm really glad, because right now it's pretty loaded and you couldn't see much of it.
Below is how it looks right now: Welcome to my bedroom! Yes, Cliff is still sleeping, at almost 8 o'clock; we had a hard night helping the Chiefs win the Super Bowl.
My Bose and all our CDs are on it. The afghan on the foot of the bed was made by my mother's sister, my Aunt Ruby. It's been warming our feet for many winters, another object I treasure.
When I was small, my mom usually had framed pictures setting on the top, and also on the bottom shelf. In Junior High, I used it for a desk in my bedroom. I never knew my grandfather who made the thing. He died six years before I was born. I'm pretty sure he made one of those for all five of his children.
It isn't fancy at all, but it has served many purposes in my lifetime. The drawer doesn't have runners, which makes it clumsy to pull out. So you have to use both hands to keep it coming sometimes.
For me, it's all about the memories.