Table

Thursday, 3 May 2018 - I don't know for certain why I took this photo, or what the focus of it was. The fact that there are all these pails stands out to me. Could that be why? Or is it something to do with the wooden table?

This table is gone now. We threw it out at some point. I don't remember exactly when. If we still had it when we renovated the house in 2023, we would have gotten rid of it then, but it's possible it was already gone before.

This table had been with the family for decades. I remember it as a child. It was in the living room. It was the table we spent most of our time playing on. It was a sturdy table, made of solid wood. I remember my siblings and I ate dinner at it. I don't remember if it was our regular, children's dining table, or if we only used it sometimes. But I remember it was our table. It was the kids' table. I remember playing with Playdoh on it, kneading the dough on the table, getting it really embedded in the wood, needing to scrape it off with a ruler leaving behind some oil or some moisture from the dough, which would stay on the table forever it seemed.

I remember as an adult coming to accept that it didn't make sense for us to keep it, and that we had to throw it out, thinking that it was a pity because tables like this made of solid wood were harder to come by now, and so expensive. But there was just no room for it in the house, and we hadn't used it for years. Maybe I took this photo shortly before or after then, to remember it at least, when it itself was gone forever.

Thank you, table.