The coffee table was bought for my Grandma Anna. She spent a short time in an apartment before she moved to a nursing home. The table was light brown oak. It has two drawers and carved legs and top. It was neither expensive nor antique. It was colonial in design. Just your ordinary coffee table.
When Grandma moved to a nursing home the table went to my mother's basement, with the other unused furniture. It was a quiet life. The next time the coffee table was noticed was when my son moved to a studio apartment in the city. He needed a table and did not care much about the age or look of it. Those years we saw the table rarely. He covered it with books, magazines, videos and take out food. It was well used, if not well seen.
The next change was personal. His girlfriend, soon to be his wife, moved in and different books, and healthier food, covered the table. When they moved again, the table went with them. They reglued the parts, and life for the table continued. Baby " P" came and now the table was full of pacifiers, wash cloths and baby books.
The baby is learning to walk and she uses the table for balance, and to take her first baby steps. Now they need more room. My son called and said, it is time to get rid of the table. Do I want it back? My heart said yes, my basement, which is stuffed and tight now, said no. The table lived a long and useful life. It was enjoyed and appreciated by 5 generations. What more can a brown wood coffee table hope to accomplish, or be? Good bye.... from all of us, and thank you, coffee table!
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