RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Antiques of families, made by loving, caring hands.
Cut and fit together with an old pair of metal skates used for the wheels of the table.
Varnished and polished - a wonderful piece of furniture made for a Grandmother who had fallen and broken her hip.
A quaint table when all were through, to hold important utensils and to eat from too.
A beautiful gift - a wonderful memento - a tribute to a loving wife and mother.
Through all the years, pricelessly kept and passed for use from one family member to another.
At present the stories are told and remembered by relatives to keep it's history current.
Years pass quickly and quietly as antiques become family heirlooms - bringing a special closeness with loved ones who have died.
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