Growing up in my Grandmother's house, I was always in awe of the museum-like artifacts surrounding me. As I grew older, I learned to appreciate the quality and worth of the antiques in her house. In each room there is a quality of character that cannot go unnoticed. My Grandmother's antique furniture reflects both her character and values.
When I enter the living room, I am met with an incredible sense of history. On one wall there is an antique picture of two horses. There is a sense of spirit and ambition in their eyes, a mighty courage which makes them come alive. I can almost hear the "clap" "clap" of the hooves as they are running through the Civil War battle field. I can feel their incredible strength and stamina and the intense anxiety as they reach a safe destination with riders intact.
I look to my left and see the sturdy marble table that boasts a jagged crack across the top, but the rich beauty of the marble is still unmarred. The rich cherry wood legs which support the marble top stand firm and true, and the intricate designs of swirly lines display the professional craftsmanship of times past.
I then proceed to the dining room where I come upon the artifacts which retains the memories where family gatherings took place. Immediately in front of me is the beautiful walnut table that seats six persons and is expandable to eight. The table feels as if it weights a ton and is almost immovable. The old rugged framework of the table is made of miniature pillar-like legs and a network of decorative braces which provide a firm foundation for the table-top. Many fond memories were made with this bulwark by generations celebrating the holidays. I can almost smell the freshly cooked ham and turkey. Oh!, I can't forget about the biscuits, the smell used to billow out of the basket and linger in the room for quite a while. My Grandmother's hutch houses many memories too. It came across the country in a wagon train. It is a stately upright piece with hand painted pieces against the highly polished dark stained apple wood. It displays some of my Grandmother's precious china and porcelain figurines. they feel so smooth and delicate. I remember as a child that my Grandmother would never let me touch them or hold them. "Not until I was older" she would say, and smile lovingly. The inside of the hutch served as an organizer and housed many ancient historical documents and photo albums which we look through during the holidays.
A few steps further past the dining room I come to my Grandmother's bedroom. Her bedroom itself is like a miniature museum. It reminds me of the bedrooms I have seen in tours of famous dignitaries and people of fame. Her bed is a full sized canopy bed and flourishes in pink regalia. The bed was built in the early 1700's and proves to be a classic artifact of true steadfastness. It is surprisingly comfortable to sleep on and the springs bounce back just right. The grand rose wood of the bed has very intricate detailing. When I slept on it once, I felt like I was some kind of royalty. Across the room I see Grandmother's dresser. The wood is very shapely and stylistic and gives the sense of true femininity. The brass handles are smooth to the touch and the drawers open effortlessly. It is more than evident that her dresser was and still is well taken care of, as it still looks new.
My Grandmother's antique furniture has a character of its own and her values are shown in the careful attention that has been given in order to preserve each piece. I no longer visit my Grandmother. She is in her master's presence. However, as I reflect on the ninth year anniversary of her passing, I am reminded of how much I both miss and respected my Grandmother. I can still recognize and respect those same qualities of character that were in her antiques as well as with my precious Grandmother. Furthermore, those same qualities of character and values have by grace left a life-long impression on me and many others who had the opportunity to visit and know my Grandmother.