My yellow drop-leaf table (pictured above) is currently my kitchen “island” and I love it dearly. My daughter and I found it on our first trip to the Hillsville Flea Market in 2009 and purchased it from a vendor who came all the way from Ohio. I still remember the “walk of pain” my 13 year-old daughter and I endured as we carried it uphill for at least a half mile until our fingers were numb and calves were mooing in pain – a great memory now, but not so fun at the time!
The blue oval one that currently sits on our back porch (pictured below) was purchased at an antique shop in the adorable town of Elizabethton, Tennessee. I paid much more than I should have – but it’s BLUE, and blue is not an easy find, so it was worth it to me.
I now have all the colors that I need, (two greens and another yellow are also beneath the stairs)…but I still have one more color to go – a PINK one! I saw one once when I was antiquing, but it was way too pricey for my budget so I passed on it. I still have dreams about it, beautiful pink dreams of the one that got away!
I don’t know what it is about the intense colors of formica and the shiny polished chrome that have forged such an enduring place in my heart. Maybe they remind me of an era that could have been mine if I was just born a decade or two sooner. They remind me of the days of Lucy & Ethyl scheming up a plan or playing Bridge with Ricky & Fred, or of Aunt Bea serving up pot roast and apple pie to Andy & Opie. I think of an time before computers, cell phones and colored t.v., a time when folks genuinely enjoyed being with one another and engaged in stimulating conversation, laughing and playing, and doing those ordinary things that bring us closer together as a family and as a culture.
The next time you gather together to share a meal, play a game, read family devotions or even shuck the corn around the table together, notice the sweet intimacy and the joy in being together; no matter what the table may look like. Be blessed …and please pass the gravy.