A few months ago there was a fire. It destroyed my uncle’s home, the home that had belonged to my grandparents, the place where I grew up. I recently learned that my aunt and uncle salvaged the huge, antique dining room table before the house was demolished. It went to a family I have known for years, a family where I know it will continue to make memories and be full of food and laughter.
I lived at my grandma’s house for the first several years of my life, and still spent just as much time there as with my parents growing up and as an adult. I was so relieved when my uncle agreed to move into the house after my grandparents passed away so that it was still lived in by our family. It was devastating to me when he had the fire. I cried for days. Not only was I devastated for his loss of a home, his personal items, and two of his precious fur babies, but also for the loss of my childhood and the home that had been a constant in my life from Day 1.
To know that table is in a home where it will continue to have a family sitting around it just makes me so happy, especially because it’s a family whose kids grew up with mine, a family I think so highly of for so many reasons. I hope it creates as many memories for all of them as it has for me.
That table has been the setting of more Barbie adventures than you could ever imagine. My cousins still refer to me as “the queen of playing Barbies”. That table has seen everything, from my Michael Jackson and Brooke Shields dolls attending the Grammy Awards to Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia saving the universe to re-enactments of every single scene, start to finish, of Grease, and everything in between! I cannot even count the times I set that table (plate, glass, knife, fork, and spoon, all properly arranged) or sat at it for Thanksgivings and Christmases and “cheeseburger Mondays” (which was a lunch of cheeseburgers and crinkle cut fries my grandma made every Monday for anyone in the family who was available to come, for basically my entire life.)
Well, now that you’ve all gone along with me on a trip down Memory Lane, I will end this by saying, I’m so happy it has found a place in another home, and I know it will carry many more memories for years to come!
I lived at my grandma’s house for the first several years of my life, and still spent just as much time there as with my parents growing up and as an adult. I was so relieved when my uncle agreed to move into the house after my grandparents passed away so that it was still lived in by our family. It was devastating to me when he had the fire. I cried for days. Not only was I devastated for his loss of a home, his personal items, and two of his precious fur babies, but also for the loss of my childhood and the home that had been a constant in my life from Day 1.
To know that table is in a home where it will continue to have a family sitting around it just makes me so happy, especially because it’s a family whose kids grew up with mine, a family I think so highly of for so many reasons. I hope it creates as many memories for all of them as it has for me.
That table has been the setting of more Barbie adventures than you could ever imagine. My cousins still refer to me as “the queen of playing Barbies”. That table has seen everything, from my Michael Jackson and Brooke Shields dolls attending the Grammy Awards to Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia saving the universe to re-enactments of every single scene, start to finish, of Grease, and everything in between! I cannot even count the times I set that table (plate, glass, knife, fork, and spoon, all properly arranged) or sat at it for Thanksgivings and Christmases and “cheeseburger Mondays” (which was a lunch of cheeseburgers and crinkle cut fries my grandma made every Monday for anyone in the family who was available to come, for basically my entire life.)
Well, now that you’ve all gone along with me on a trip down Memory Lane, I will end this by saying, I’m so happy it has found a place in another home, and I know it will carry many more memories for years to come!
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