With some pieces
of furniture you
always wonder
about their past.
Who carved
initials in the
old school desk?
Who sat and
daydreamed
about love,
the future, etc. ?
The same is true
about church
pews . . . who
sat upon this
bench once
upon a time. . .
what church?
what town?
what years?
This particular pew was cut down from a longer pew. If I had the space I would have more than one. Church pews have always held a fascination for me. I still remember a couple that got away because I didn't have the funds or means to transport them. One I spied in Louisiana on a vacation trip. Oh, I wanted it so bad because it had a metal number on the pew's side. It seemed shrouded in history. Strange how I can still see that pew and recall the intense longing associated with it. It's a mystery to me why some pieces grab at your heartstrings and won't let go.
