Did you ever watch Frasier?
If so, do you remember how attached Frasier’s dad was to that old green chair? Well I am a bit like that with my table. Wherever I live my table comes with me and sits right next to my seat on the sofa.
I bought my rather ugly old table for the main man in my life about 20 years ago now. My grandad. When he started to become unable to move around so much he needed something close to hand that could house what he needed most. I adored my darling grandad and I saw him almost every day of my life when I was young. I was so lucky to have him. he loved me back so well..
I think I bought the table for £2 from the cattle market, he loved it! It made life easier for him and I think he felt it was a bit secret as only he went in it. He kept chocolate limes and Ladbrokes betting slips in it, pens, keys and postcards. His paper, glasses and a cold cup of tea would sit on top. He kept his cards in it too. He was a whizz at cards.
When he went in a nursing home it went too. Grandad’s table.
Later I gave it to my dad who in turn kept betting slips (common theme here!) pens, cigars, his lighter, loose coins. rolls of notes, his address book and his medicine in it. His coffee, white one sugar would sit on top (or a little whiskey.) He loved it too.
Mum had it for a while and she kept it much neater. Her Mills and Boon would sit on top with her glasses in their flowered case. Inside her Elvis cigarette box say side by side her neat Filofax and the occasional sweetie. Mum’s table.
Years on it has now become my table. My family are gone but sat next to me the little table holds my ‘bits and bob’ and many memories and keeps them close. It may be nothing much to look at and my husband despairs of it but we’ll not be parted. It is my ‘old green chair’ and it makes me smile when I think if the people I loved so much and how they loved this dear old ugly little table.
The stories it could tell.
My table. The drawers so full of this that and the other I can barely open it!