The evolution of a farmhouse table

We salvaged our kitchen table many years ago from the dump. Apparently it used to be a schoolroom table, and shortly after we were married my husband came upon some people who were crushing dozens of tables. I can't imagine why they didn't sell them instead - our table must weigh fifty or sixty pounds and is solid as a rock.

At any rate, here's what this table sees in a typical week:


Messy jobs like cutting up beef fat to make tallow:


Clean jobs like folding clothes:


Schoolwork:


Dinner:


Breakfast biscuits:


Fresh-baked sugar cookies:


A friend's puzzle:


Gluing handles on tankards to fill an order:


Tea with a friend:


General daily chaos:


The sun shining through glass candlesticks.


Our morning wake-up beverages.


Taxes, ug.


Making apple pies.


Chicken turnovers.


I'll add more photos as our table evolves.