Monday, January 23, 2012
This particular desk came from a one-room school house where my dad and a good many of my lineage began their educational careers. That was another time. A place where the current desktop and virtual learning didn't exist.
It may be the act of becoming mother that has made me sentimental about these kinds of things... but I love this old desk. The color and patina... the engraved embellishments and signs of wear. All of the things that prove that this desk had a life.
So when it was gifted to me at Christmastime, I was smitten. I love every bit of it's rusty charm... the story is has to tell... and best of all, in my sentimental eyes, I see recognition of a not-so-distant past in the faces of each of my children who's own desktops are very, very different.
Posted by Megan Boyum at 8:48 PM