Most all of us have seen one. Perhaps you even have one, inherited from your grandmother like my wife’s. It’s the old Singer sewing machine table on the ornamental cast iron base. The one where the treadle powered machine stores under the top when not in use. Ours sat out on the wraparound porch radiating its antique charm but getting more dilapidated by the year.
“Please restore it,” pleaded my wife. “It was my grandmother’s and I love it”, but the top was delaminating, the treadle had frozen up, and the drawer bottoms were rotting out. “No can do. It’s to far gone, and I’ve checked around. They have no real value,” I replied. Besides, I hate repair work. Then, she got pretty fierce with me. “Then make a new top for it! It was my grandmother’s and I LOVE it!” OK. She didn’t have to raise her voice.
I was going to have it ready for her birthday, the end of March. I started early, but dovetailing the boxes that hold the drawers and then dovetailing and fitting the drawers, and then making the top with its breadboard ends, and putting on a finish, and making a living, and…
I just got it placed in our bedroom today. My wife likes it.
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Now back to that conference table. I am milling the boards for the top. They are eleven feet long and over two inches thick. It’s something like hard manual labor and kicking my butt. Actually the pain is located a little higher, in my lower back.