Each chair at my kitchen table is different; they come from various grandparents, both mine and my husbands.
As I walk past it throughout my day, I envision them sitting there, enjoying a cup of coffee and each other, and watching the fruits of their labor.
That keeps me grounded, and my life focused.
These are colonial style chairs, vintage 1950s. They belonged to the families Mansfield, Cooke, Burkett, and Moore. The green antique pie safe held my grandmother’s jams, jellies and canning for 50 years in her home. The small table in the corner belonged to my pateral grandparents.