From Ron: In Defense of an Old Kitchen Table

Kitchen tables are like spouses, religions and memories. Once you find one that is good and true, you should hang on to it at all costs. Rare it is, indeed, to find one that provides nourishment, comfort and something to lean on during the dark times. And, the longer you keep it around, the more you grow to love it.

Not only will a superior table accommodate food and diners, but it must also corral one’s younger children, adjust for the width of one's girth, be adjustable for easy sweeping, fit perfectly into any kitchen space, be durable enough to handle frequent abuse, and have conveniently located drawers for easy storage. In addition, the table of choice must have an inviting aura and comfortable demeanor so that people want to spend time around it. Add to these single accomplishments attractive vinyl benches and a yellow faux-wood particle board table and you have real treasure. One should not lightly part with such a find.

I’ve been enjoying culinary delights at my kitchen table long before I found a spouse, knew much about religion or had many memories. This table is where I learned to use a fork, knife and pasta spoon. It is where I learned not to slurp my soup, not to sword fight with carving knifes, and that it is inappropriate to dance on the table during dinner. The old table has always been there for me. It was there when I came home from my first days of elementary school, junior high and high school. It was there when I left for my mission and, more importantly, it was there for me when I came home (which is more than I can say for a few others). It was at my wedding reception, and has joined with me in welcoming my children home from the hospital.

It has always been faithful, never wavered. When I have put something on the table, the table has always held it; never dropped it to the floor. No matter how many times milk is spilled on it, it never cries.

Yes, the old table is getting on in years. But, so am I. And, there are lots of things, like spouses, religion and memories, which we don’t trade in just because they show a few signs of age. The passage of time only serves to make us more dependent on -- and more grateful for – them.

So, here's to you, old kitchen table! Please pass the mashed potatoes.