Ron and I bought a home in 1998. The owner was selling all the furniture in the yard. There was a kitchen table there that Ron really wanted. We did not have much money, but I went out to talk to the former owner. I got him down to 100 dollars, without any chairs. Ron was so thrilled when we brought the table back inside and found out it opened up to almost triple its length. Then my adoptive parents came to our home, they had bought a place on the other side of the state. He was a master carpenter and owned his own woodworking shop, complete with everything and ability to do any job, cabinets and home remodeling. He offered to give Ron and I a new table , one they had just bought made of glass. Well it turned out he recognised the table we had, it was a special table worth over $800 dollars way back then. He got it. No problem it was not the first time he had gotten something of mine he wanted and desired, just this time he did not take it by force. But time and life has a way of making things even. My adoptive parents insisted that the home they bought here in the park we moved to in an effort to take care of them when they were failing, be put in our name. We did not want that. However they disregarded what we wanted and did it anyway. So we found out we owned a park model mobile home we never wanted. However after they both died as we owned the home, the table worth over $800 over 2 decades ago, That Ron so loved, was ours as we owned the home. We took it back to our home. It will be with us as long as I have the power to make it so. It is funny how life works. They got it over us at the beginning, yet in the end we got the table back and they moved on into the past. I never knew the woodworking dollar worth of the table, I did know the love worth of the table. See I will remember as long as my mind stays clear the memory of Ron looking out the window at the table and saying softly… ” I wish I could afford to have that”.. So for me that little narrow table has the most worth. Ron wanted it. I managed to get it for him. It is something I treasure. here is the pictures of the table. https://scottiestoybox.com/2016/12/24/the-table/ Hugs
Here is the table.