The Seat Of Learning

In 1959, I was four years old. I could already read and write, and so my Grandad, a carpenter, made me a school desk. In 1986, when Liz was four, her Grandad [is my Dad] renovated it. My Mum insisted that he added safety straps to the lid, and rubber buttons to prevent trapped fingers. Why she did not worry about me in earlier years, I never found out.

Both Liz and Steph sat at this little desk. In 1996, a local primary school was throwing out some chairs. I sanded down and repainted most of them, as gifts for my young nieces. And added little tie-on cushion pads. But one chair remained in the loft.

As you can see, Liz left her mark on the desk!

Now it is waiting at Cornerstones, for the next four year old to come along and do her reading and writing there. I am truly grateful for being in a family which has always valued education, and encouraged us to learn.