Cherry table

Everyone has their own idea of what is beautiful and what they want to have in their own home. I have never really thought about wood, but I think most types are beautiful. My husband is a builder, and he has more of an idea of what he likes and what he doesnt like. His preference tends to come more from how easy a type is to work with than what it looks like, but at the same time, he knows what looks good and what doesnt. I have always said I wanted to have a solid cherry table, and this is because I like the look of the wood, and also, because it reminds me of someone very special.

One of my friends growing up had a cherry table in her house. She lived right across the street from me, and when I think back, she was the one friend that I miss the most. They had a small kitchen, but we would spend a lot of time there anyway. In this kitchen was a huge cherry table that took up almost all of the spare space. She had three teenage brothers, so the kitchen was often crowded. Meal time was always a big deal with them, and there was never a dull moment.

It wasnt just the color of the cherry table that I liked, but also, the glaze that was put over it. There was so much of it that it must have been a quarter of an inch thick. I had never seen anything like it. Not only did it look really great, it also showed off the beauty of the cherry table and protected the wood from any type of damage in the process. I had many great memories associated with sitting at that table as a child, and when I think of my friend, I think of those days almost as much as I think of the exploration through the woods and the mountainside that we often thought of as our best times ever.

I dont know what happened to that cherry table, but I do know what happened to her. Shes no longer alive, but I remember those days sitting at the table with her very vividly, and I often wonder what went wrong in her life. We moved away when she was eleven, and when I saw her five years later, she was no longer the same person. She was in there somewhere, but the weight of the world was lying on her shoulders, and it became too much for her. That doesnt mean I cant remember her and the times we spend around that cherry table with a smile.