Friday, December 10, 2010

A Good Desk

Everyone needs a good desk. The summer before I started high school Mom decided that I needed a room of my own and a new desk. My brother and I had shared a room upstairs for years. We got into our share of mischief and had our secret talks, but it was time for a change. This new development was exciting to me. I was moved to the front room facing the street(my two sisters were sharing this room before), where I could keep track of any action at the corner. You know: fire trucks screaming through the intersection, the train whistle moans in darkness, the Christmas tree twinkling on the traffic island, the high school kids up to no good well after 11 PM, and the clinking, clinking of the chains on the plow trucks usually signaling a snow day away from school. It was a fun room with many memories. And as I remember, a trip to a used furniture store got me a workable desk. She painted it white, and I was ready for that 'new adventure' called high school.

12 comments:

  1. I'm sure that it's of tough stock. Looks really like a piece of solid workmanship.

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  2. Wonderful story, and sounds like quite the room! I have a wonderful room, and my roommate just moved out....but I found out that she's moving back! I hope that I can get my own room soon!

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  3. Way a great way to make an impact on a youngster.

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  4. I hope no one ever paints this beauty white. Thank you for taking us back to your childhood room, Birdman. It was such a sensory journey.

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  5. That is A VERY beautiful desk and i think it looks great the way it is and no~one should paint it.

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  6. I've been away; it's a joy to return to your photos and commentary. Please will you gather your best and do a book, mm?

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  7. It looks like I missed some great photos and words of wisdom while I was away. I was on the east coast and got a little taste of some really cold weather. You easterners are a hearty bunch!

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  8. There was a white desk also in my student days. I love your actual desk, but no paint should ever touch that wonderful wood.

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  9. I loved those pictures, a "treasure" on the wall near the desk!
    Sweet story!
    hugs
    Léia

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  10. I love that desk and reading your story that went with the picture. I like the touches around the desk too.

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  11. Nice story and desks are so important, aren't they? Places to work, dream, and create.

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  12. What nice memories you have. Great post.

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