Diving For Treasure In My Own Living Room
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Diving for Treasure in My Own Living Room
Summary:
After thirty-five years of marriage, it was finally time to replace our beloved living room furniture. Despite our attachment to the old sofa, loveseat, and mismatched pieces, the moment had arrived. While we still loved the color blue, and our lampshades somewhat dimmed the glare of bare GE 100-watt bulbs, new furniture awaited. As the delivery men approached, I decided to take one last look at our cherished memories embedded in the old pieces.Discovering Hidden Treasures
Turning over the seat cushions revealed not only a dim reminder of our daughter’s first potty-training accident but also a treasure trove of memories. Among them were marbles, Barbie arms, and the last pacifier of our youngest grandbaby. I vividly remembered Grandpa's exhaustive search for that pacifier, which had taken him through the house, overturning beds and appliances, only to uncover nothing more substantial than Great-Great-Grandma's famous teacake recipe.
Our daughter had insisted the baby hadn’t ventured into the living room, and sure enough, Grandbaby eventually managed to sleep without the pacifier. Her mom declared it unnecessary, firmly instructing Grandpa to drop his manic quest.
Memories in the Furniture
Ah, the tables. The coffee table bore a scratched outline of a heart, a testament to the love between Grandpa and me?"though forever incomplete since I interrupted the masterpiece. The end table, too, was a canvas for our grandchild’s creativity: a sunflower etched with the edge of a Fourth of July flagpole, ensuring our living room always had fresh "flowers."
Nostalgia and New Beginnings
Before I could fully indulge in nostalgia, the movers began replacing my lifetime’s backdrop?"a tableau of Good Housekeeping displays, grape juice rings, and coffee tables perfect for propping feet?"with pristine, beautifully upholstered pieces. My hope is to see a future great-grandbaby sneaking her yellow pacifier into the new cracks, ensuring Grandpa never forgets his mastery of Craftsman tools.
As we embraced our new furniture, we cherished the memories woven into the fabric of our lives, hoping they would continue to surround us in different but equally heartwarming ways.
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