The kitchen Table

Remember when everything happened at the kitchen table. Growing up breakfast, lunch and dinner was served here and everyone was expected to show up. As a kid you were held until you asked to be excused. Hard decisions were made with elbows on scratched wood. The good plates were brought out for birthdays, Thanksgiving and Christmas… and set up just a bit more fancy than the usual. Kids arguing, laughing, playing when they shouldn’t all happened there. Bad news was gently given…usually served with a cup of coffee or glass of sweet tea. Happy news was served with the same drinks at the same table. Everyone had “their” chair. Once claimed it was yours forever. The table has food stains, hot mug rings, and permanent pen marks that are now a… permanent… part of the wood. The kitchen table tells a story. It is, or was, where life was lived.