Those sudden and painful moves probably made me appreciate a house more than I would have otherwise.
Laurie and I bought our first house in 1983, so we’ve had 30 years to accumulate things. If we ever downsized, I’d have to unload so many “house” things: pipe wrenches, ladders, saws, drills, electrical supplies, saw horses, porch chairs, lawnmowers, paint brushes, shovels … the list could go on.
And that’s not all. There’s the Hoover-era Chevrolet truck, the porch pillar from my great-grandfather’s house, the Danville streetcar sign, the 800-pound printing press, the bicycle collection, the books, the work table, the vise, the camping gear, the motorcycle.
No apartment could hold all our furniture. But how could I part with my great-grandmother’s slipper chair, the Gone With the Wind lamp and Mom and Dad received for a wedding present, or the five-legged oak table that we bought as newlyweds, and excitedly brought home?
To us, it’s the best table in the world. Loved ones have sat at it for 31 Thanksgiving dinners. We watched our girls grow up around it. It has seen a few bad days, and thousands of happy ones.
Downsize? Who knows? Maybe someday … but I hope not.
Danville native Kevin Cullen is a former Commercial-News reporter. Reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org.