Narrative Essay: The Old Table

This Old Table The surface shows the signs of use. There are crayon and marker stains on it in places. Glitter from crafts are in the cracks visible only if you look close enough. In some places you may see colors too vibrant to be markers. These marks are from having daughters who didn’t realize the effect of nail polish and remover on wood. Scars and lines stand out proudly like the battle wounds on a grand warrior. Few would dare to call it beautiful from the surface alone. It was originally my great grandmother’s. When she passed away the old table was given to my mother. Though my Grandma Leola only used it for special events, the memories made around that table were some of my mom 's fondest from her youth. It was round, made of solid …show more content…
I remember we used to have a kid’s picnic table In the kitchen. My family always had more kids than we knew how to seat at just one table. There is no badge of honor and no expression of joy, that could sufficiently say how it felt to finally move to the big table. My five-year-old self knew I could finally take pride in my fancy adult life. I still recall sitting around the table with my brother Brandon and discovering that I was a secret villain. It was an innocent morning spent getting ready for church, when I knew no one would suspect anything I reached over and touched Brandon’s arm. “Mom, she’s sucking all my super powers” . The boy was smart not many people could have known I’d taken their powers. I then proceeded to touch him for the rest of the morning annoying him but secretly enjoying my rebellion. The table was also a meeting place for a secret society. The Information of the meetings there would be impossible to come by if you weren’t a sworn member of the society. The not so secret club house was discussed on a daily basis. It was a democracy, unless Breyer didn 't agree. We were always holding votes on the name of the club and the activities that would take place in our secret hide-out. As I was the only girl, I was a very influential member of the group. I still don’t understand why my princess palace club name didn’t make the final …show more content…
Whether we played Rook, Horseopoly, Trouble, spoons or UNO, Brady’s intensity has never faltered. He was my partner once and only once. After our partnership went down the drain it became an all out war to beat him. When I did finally manage to defeat him I felt just as I had when I moved up from the picnic table. I was full of pride and wonder. Midnight interrogations have taken place at this old table. Years ago when Breyer, my mother’s experimental first child, received his license and was only a tiny bit mischievous in high school my Mom would stay up waiting for him to come home while sitting at the table. Unfortunately for Breyer, his best friend Arion, who usually spent the night, loved to talk to our mother. She kept her tone light as Breyer watched in terror. “So what were you two boys up to tonight?” Breyer’s eyes filled with horror because he knew, all it took was a plate of warm food and Arion would tell all. The Angstman hair and makeup salon was located at our kitchen table. From Mom trimming Breck’s hair to the clippers breaking and Brody living with a bald spot for a month in seventh grade. There was no limit to what can be done at the salon. My personal favorite is when Mom attempted to dye my hair brown and it turned out green. It was also the place where I learned just how trusting my mother is, after she allowed me to give her one of my very artistic and slightly retro make