Our kitchen table is an heirloom piece. My grandpa made it and it was the table my dad grew up with. It always had a tablecloth on it at my grandparents' house.


Look at those screws. Can you tell that he was an
airplane mechanic (Conrad Mercier)?

This is a table that was built to last. And last it has. I really like that we eat dinner nearly every night at the table where I ate breakfast on all of my summer vacations and where my dad, aunt and uncle at their breakfasts for so many years.
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