Our father had this in his courtyard where he lived with his sister Rosalie for many years back in the nineties, and I would go and visit and we would tour the local California wineries together then.
These were great memories had while dining at this table all over the world where it traveled with us from Brazil to northern Virginia back off to Trinidad, then back here to northern Virginia before heading to Costa Rica and then returning here to northern Virginia before heading to Paris, France, then to Panama City, Panama, and then to San Leandro, California where it is pictured here.
So many fine stories that this table can tell. Our mother has many and she loves that her adopted mother Marjorie Freeman made it. She treasured it. I think that when she and our father divorced that it was a very tough decision to decide to give it to our father? I think it would have been, for me at least.
I saw it in California and I am glad that I took the picture of it. I hear that it crumbled to pieces when they tried to move it. hat is very disheartening and my heart bleeds when I think of it.
Anyway, here it is in all it's glory and I will ask our mother to tell us about any special moments that happened around it that she remembers. I simply remember how beautiful and colorful it is, how I liked to run my fingers along its uneaven surfaces as I would eat my meals there : we shared many as a family of five here at this very table, my mother and father and my two brothers and I. Very special.
Cheers on this cold and biting Monday afternoon here in northern Virginia where I am still battling a bad cold and feel still wobbly and achy not so good. Looking at this table in this picture above makes me feel better now! Hurrah!!
This is for you Mom, love you Mom, will talk to you as soon as I get my voice back. TONY 12 /8 / 2014 at 1:37 PM ... and I am all bundled up in my bathrobe and my BV ( Beaulieu Vineyards and Winery ) gray blanket now wrapped around my neck. It feels so good, Stacy our old rep for the BV Winery gave this to me in the nineties. Thank you Stacy! I still love it even as it gets old and worn with love and wear and yet it still does the trick, keeps me snug on a cold and damp and biting day here.
