The old cupboard

I have a beautiful old cupboard in my dining room, and lf it could speak it would have some interesting stories to tell. When I bought it, it belonged to someone over 80 years old, so even in 1962 it would have already been pretty old. Now it belongs to a young family with two little children. It was very well made, with colourful windows on the doors and lovely carvings around the top. It has travelled to many places, moving from town to town and across states. Here is its story.

I was made for a beautiful lady, she had me specially made of lovely wood. I was very happy with the design.  I had two doors with a shelf, one each side, where you could put books of all sorts.  Next to it was a long door, all the way to the top, with three shelves where you could have your writing papers, pencils, ink and  everything you need to write a story. The beautiful windows on the door let the sunshine in and it makes one happy and warm.  On the user side halfway to the top, was a desk built in. You opened a lid and pull it down, pull two support blocks out underneath and you have a writing desk, with more shelves in the back. The lady who bought me was very nice looking in her long dress and flowing long hair sitting in front of me writing. She looked after me very well and dusted and polished me for many years. Her small  family, all took time to write on  my writing shelf. Then a new  family moved in with two small children, and I was not used much.

0ne day a big truck came and picked me and all my furniture friends up, we went up to a big Mountain.  It  was a big house and I was shifted into one room and forgotten for a while. After some yeas a truck came again and picked me up to go to a new place.  We went on a boat and later travelled for many days through the country. That year I was shifted two more times, and then I went into a new house, everything was new except me, I again was used for writing and looked after well.  The two little girls had grown older and loved to write on my writing shelf.

After ten years I got moved again i to the country, soon a desktop computer was put on me and there was no more nice smelling paper.  I lived in that house for 40 years, lots of people came to visit, some wanted to buy me. I was told I was now antique, but my owners where not going to part with me as they loved me.  I have now been 60 years with my owner and we are living  again in a small house where I have prime status, being used nearly every day. Two of my former friends are still with us, a bedroom cupboard and a dresser, we are all very happy with our owner of over 60 years.