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While visiting my son, I noticed that he still has a few pieces of furniture that used to be in our house when he was growing up.  It made me smile to think not only that he has valued them enough to hang on to them over the years and that they have served him well, but it also brought back a lot of memories associated with those pieces.

One of the pieces is a chest of drawers that I picked up at a yard sale before Tony was born.  It was a vintage piece then (1980ish) and I still think it’s one of the nicer pieces of furniture I’ve ever owned.  I just didn’t have room for it and he had a use for it so he kept it.  It’s one of those 1960’s Early American maple pieces with the brass (I think they’re brass) hardware for the pull handles.  The bottom drawer is missing the pull handle on one side.  It’s at home, at my house.  I kept it when it came off and have hung on to it, hoping someone would fix it.  Every so often, I come across it and it brings back all those memories.  It used to sit in the master bedroom of the first house we bought and at one time held a TV set because we didn’t have room for a TV stand (or money to buy one).  Later, at the second house, it was also in my bedroom and when I no longer shared that bedroom, the top of the chest of drawers became my “altar” of sorts, where I kept my candles and incense and little religious figures, and my Tarot paraphernalia.  It was “my corner” of the house where only I had a hand in what occurred.

As my son gets ready to move to his first house, I’m wondering if he is going to hang on to that particular piece or not.  I don’t want to tell him that I want it if he gets rid of it because I’m afraid he’ll think that I want it back but I don’t want to find out that he has gotten rid of it after the fact because it’s still in great shape and I’d like to keep it in the family.  Then there’s the problem of getting it to Portland from Seattle.  I don’t think it would fit in my car.

I suppose it doesn’t really matter.  It’s the memories that count and I have those, with or without that piece of furniture.

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