Last Sunday, we had a beautiful family dinner down at my mom’s house –
While there, I was finally able to pick up my bench to put at the foot of our bed. It has always been called the “Grandfather bench” to me and it used to be in my bedroom when I was a little girl. My mom now says that she’s not sure if it actually belonged to my grandparents or if she called it the “grandfather bench” so that I wouldn’t jump on it and break it. Ha ha. EIther way, I’m positive it is an antique and beautiful.
I love the slim legs on it and the etchings on the sides. It does have quite a few scratches on it and so it needs to see the furniture restorer. But for now, I’m just so happy to have it back in my life. Do you have a furniture piece from your childhood?
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