A Gift |
My parents have both been gone for nearly 3 years now, Dad
died in October of 2011, just 10 days short of his 90th birthday.
Mom died in December 2012, she was two months past her 90th. Mom and Dad passed gifts on to me, my love of
and for animals and reading is definitely from Mom. My work ethic and love of camping and the
outdoors is from Dad.
The dining
room set, table with leaves, chairs and china cabinet, now that was a gift from
both of them. It was one of the items at their house that surprisingly, my wife
and I were the only ones interested in. This dining room set has been around as
long as I can remember which is pushing 57 years and I’m pretty sure it’s been
around longer than that.
This set of
furniture traveled from the south side of Chicago,
to the suburbs, to Scottsdale Az., Woodbury Mn., Huron S.D., Sun City Az., and
now it sits back in Scottsdale. It’s made quite a journey.
Like the
song says, if this table could talk what a tale it’d tell. It’s been through
Thanksgiving dinners with guests from Ireland,
(the “old country” as my grandparents called it), Christmas dinners, New Years
Eve parties, birthdays, anniversary celebrations, Easter dinners, slightly
formal to very informal meals and buffets.
Friends and
relatives have gathered around it to celebrate life and to mourn losses, good
news and not so good news have been announced at it. We’ve wrapped presents,
played games, built pinewood derby cars,
model planes and boats, school projects and reports have all been done on it.
There is
also a China Cabinet with the set, old dark, smooth wood. Fortunately we
obtained some of the pieces in it. There is some beautiful Cut Glass Crystal,
from the “Old Country,” and their formal dining settings. We’ve added our
pieces to it, our Champagne Glasses that we toasted each other with on our
Wedding Day, our Wedding cake topper, and a few of our new, formal pieces.
It’s our
turn to host dinners, games, projects and friends. Continuity is a comfort, and
it’s a pleasure as we head into this years holidays.
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