We gave away a dining room table this morning, pictured here on our porch with stickers so that Volunteers of America know it's OK to take it.
It's in terrific shape, as are the chairs, but it's a heavy piece of furniture and not easily moved and not as flexible as we need now.
We bought it in 1988, in our first house together, and its baby blue chairs reflect the hot colors of the late 1980s -- mauve and blue. On this table, in the old house, we shared evening meals, entertained friends, wrote out bills, talked about our relationships, as I am famous for saying in my extended family.
When we moved to our new house in 1990, it sat in the center place of the dining area. But the 1980s look grew dated. One chair broke when a 6-foot-4 nephew leaned back in it. We bought a new table and hauled the old one to the daylight basement where it experienced a renaissance. We ate on it in the summer when our upstairs grew too hot. When our grandchildren came along, we often ate downstairs, because it's kid-friendly. They liked to hide beneath it.
We replaced it with a rather inexpensive, large folding table that we can carry together. And with chairs that collapse for easy storage. We picture placing it on our back lawn in summer months and dining al fresco, like families in foreign films.
We hope some family snaps this up at a good, fair price through VOA's thrift store. May their memories around the table begin and carry them through the years. Blessings.