Dad had the furniture made around 1955. Every time we have gatherings here now, I am reminded of when I was a young one. Photos, taken so long ago bring a smile remembering the days when this table was full of finger paints and craft projects. (Which is why it always needs a cover on it now). Lots of joy feeling the vibrations here of days gone by, and like the flowers which come and go, new joys are constantly entering in to mingle with the ones gone by.