It started out in our family long before we began homeschooling. My husband's parents bought it for our oldest son, when he was seven, at a yard sale. It was full of coloring books and crayons and it was in pretty bad shape. Chris loved it though. He had it in his room and soon filled it with his own treasures. Once we decided to homeschool we knew it would make a nice little desk for our daughter. It was just the right size for her, and Chris at that time was too big for it. Bryan carried it down to the cellar, where we first planned our school room would be. No, it was too cold and dark in the winter to be in the cellar so we moved our classroom to our sunny warm dining room. I wasn't too thrilled that this little beat up desk would have to be a part of our dining room's decor so my loving husband said he would fix it up and make it more attractive. He sanded and refinished the top and painted the ugly brown metal part a bright, pretty blue. It looked much nicer in our dining room after it's make over. Over the years it was filled with wonderful little books and journals, coloring pages, stories and illustrations by enthusiastic little authors. It also held playmobiles, matchbox cars, paper dolls, rocks, leaves and anything that little student had as a treasure.
Time flew by and now, as I said, the little blue desk is no longer needed and is no longer part of the dining room decor. The large computer desk sits there, being used by the little boy in the picture, now my high schooler, for his Algebra, Physical Science, World History, Grammar, French and all the supplies a ninth grader needs to succeed in school. Where did the time go?
I miss the little blue desk. And I think I might find a special spot for it sometime soon. It holds many precious memories. Maybe it could hold a pretty plant on my porch.
|Matthew and his little blue desk. 2003|