Gravity…it hurts.Īll that for a little curio table full of items of little value to anyone else, but once considered treasure by a small boy now separated by sixty years from his older self who still thinks they are priceless and is so grateful for that hidden drawer.ĭidn’t you love Mark’s story? Read on for how he refinished the curio table and made it a haven for his boyhood treasures. I turned it into a hot rod at the age of four or five and nearly killed myself when I removed the steering support because it looked way cooler without it. I bought them and put them in here in tribute to my first set of wheels which was a Murray Tractor. The red HallMark tractor and trailer are not that old. Whenever my Great Uncle would plow his field he would find them and send me some.
The toys above the Beatles pin are premiums from cereal and Frito Lays Fritos packages…one of them, the dinosaur, got me my first spanking in a grocery store…I swear I didn’t steal it, somebody already opened the package and the dinosaur was lying there…I just picked it up…finders keepers…I was a kid…scarred for life!!! Took me years to ever eat Fritos again The arrow heads are from my family’s garden in Lawrenceburg, Tennessee. The bullet in front of the horses came from my Roy Rodgers gun belt (I still have the holster and gun, but they are too large for the curio table). The horses are from a Roy Rodgers set, the cowboys are long gone. The black cars go back to the first grade when our teacher let us bring toys to school one day the cream-colored men are lineman from a telephone truck set I got for Christmas in 1959, the truck is gone but the men made it into the drawer. The two blue vehicles by the boats my mother bought for me when I was three or four (I can still remember the store) the army trucks and tank I got for my birthday in Clayton, GA where we used to stay at a B&B called the Bynum house. Several of the cars, truck and motorcycle policeman are rubber, made by the Auburn toy company. Some of these toys, like the two ships I can remember playing with in a rain puddle when I was less than three years old. Somehow, it seemed that just by touching them I was reaching back into time, if for just a moment, to recapture the wondrous innocence of childhood. I pulled it open, and like a time capsule, lay all the things I held dear as a small boy, just as I had left them! I had a blast going through them, reveling in the memories each held, grateful they had survived. As I was emptying out the desk, I closed it up for the last time and I remembered the drawer! I sat there looking at it, trying to remember the last time I opened it and was everything still there. I believe I was still in college and since my old set was very old and I would be moving out soon, I said yes. Then, one day my parents decided to get a new bedroom set and asked if I wanted their old one.
As the years went by, the drawer was opened less and less until it and its contents were virtually forgotten. To make sure no pirates, burglars or nosey sisters ever got wind of my loot, I would only open it to deposit more treasure, or like Silas Marner, count my gold. If it was something I wanted to make sure didn’t get lost, it went into that drawer and there it stayed. Into that drawer went all my trading cards, silver dollars, stamps, small toys, pictures, rocks, you name it I hid it there. Which, as it turns out, made it a perfect hiding place for a boy to keep his treasure! How cool was that? There were only two problems, it was difficult to pull out and when the desk was down, the wood pull knobs prevented the drawer underneath it from opening. Then, when you were finished, you raised the drawer front back up, pushed it in and the desk disappeared. When you pulled it all the way out and unlatched the metal hinges, the drawer front made into a desk! It was really a cool little desk with compartments and a light, just like an old roll top desk. Why? Well, it had 5 drawers, but the second drawer from the top was twice the size of the others. They could have let me sleep on the floor, I wouldn’t have cared, I just wanted the chest. It was a three-piece set with a dresser, a chest of drawers and bed. He was one of my all-time heroes, having been in the Marines and fought in the Korean war, so I was very excited to get something he owned. When I was small boy, my parents gave me a bedroom set that had belonged to my uncle. Let’s see, where to begin? Let’s start at the beginning.
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