My great-grandmother's sewing machine.
And a boat oar made by Mitch's grandfather.
Once the table an bench were in place, my grandma's sewing machine was already there, it struck me how much history was gathered in this little room. It also struck me that the history was a little one-sided. There was nothing there from Mitch's side of the family. His grandfather was very good at wood-working and made some wonderful things. Dough bowls, wooden buckets, various tools. All by hand. The only thing Mitch has though that his grandfather made was the boat oar. He had been using it in the pool, to stir the water after adding chemicals. Men tend to be that way, they find the practical use for objects. Me? No, when we discussed the history in the room and how I wished we had something his grandfather had made, like one of those dough bowls and Mitch said I have a boat oar in the shed- He barely had the words out of his mouth before I snatched that oar up, and hung it on the wall. He'll have to find something else to stir the pool with.
