It's the same dresser that I hid my dime in that was meant for the Sunday school offering. I believe that was the only time I stole something intentionally. (one can't really count a middle aged mind walking out of a card store with a card in hand . . .realizing in horror that you've shoplifted and hurried back to the store)
No, that time with the dime, was completely on purpose. As sometimes a mother does . .she asked. .Do you still have your offering? Even then, I was a pathetic liar and my face revealed easily that I was guilty.
That is the only time I can remember receiving a spanking from my dad and the sadness on his face is firmly etched in my memory. Forgiveness came quickly and also his trust in me returned . . I was truly repentant.
Oh, yes and the drawers were properly christened during one of my famous sleep walking episodes. I'd like to think I was quite young, I can't remember. My mom had a bit of laundry to do after that night. My older brothers had fun with that.
Now my beloved Mr. T has transformed the little dresser into something "differently" beautiful. The little dresser has been stashed in the crawl space of our bungalow for the last 12 years. It really didn't suit a big boys room and our space was limited during those years.
Now our space is spacious enough for us to shelter a childhood dresser. I'll use it for my place mats, napkins and tablecloths.
It proudly displays one of my mothers crocheted dresser scarves. . . .and a touch of spring. Snowdrops. They are the first flowers to peek out of the grass in spring. When I was a child, snowdrops would be cut and displayed in the same little vase every year. Have you found that as a blogger, you've learned things about yourself? I certainly have. I've realized how senitmental I am.
After the dresser was settled in its spot. My beloved Mr. T looked at me and said .. is that it then? Have we finished all the pieces? I just smiled and said . . .nearly. There is still this little round plant stand. I said. . ." just give it a little squirt of black". He said . ." just give it a little squirt of black" . . and I said . . "uh hu." and I smiled when I said that.
He took it with him. It's all good.
I made him his "Anneliese's Tomato Soup" for supper, he was happy. I'll post the recipe tomorrow.
Do you have a piece of furniture that holds memories that are waiting to be told?