All the card games and the puzzles played, all the laughter and the story telling – the cups of coffee, the feasts and the not so festive meals and the sad times too – how many women and men, too, I suppose, laid their heads down on this ever-ready receptacle for tears and frustrations. All the checks written out for bills paid and budgets which were never adhered to and letters written to sisters in far off places and my own letters and thank you notes written only a year ago thanking friends for their offerings of sympathy at the sudden death of my beloved husband. I sit at this great table alone a lot of late – but I am not really alone – I run the palm of my hand across the smooth surface of this golden oak destined to be my source of great comfort and what a joy to sit here and feel the energy of the life this table has known. I am overwhelmed at the treasure I have here in my big old kitchen with the big old rocker in the corner!
April 2, 1989