I used to have an old, wooden teacher's desk that my mother's elementary school was getting rid of. I loved that desk. Problem was it didn't go through doorways of houses very easily. I managed to get it from the first apartment to the first house and then barely managed to get it into the second house--wrecking a number of door jambs in the process. At that point, it was seriously starting to fall apart--the drawers wouldn't open and close right for one thing. But it was wide and deep and I could put so much on it. I loved that desk.
It didn't make it to the third house. It was dismantled and put in the recycle bin when the time came to move.
I still mourn that desk. (And hate the one I have now. Wish I could find another teacher's desk.)
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Date: 2006-08-21 03:40 pm (UTC)It didn't make it to the third house. It was dismantled and put in the recycle bin when the time came to move.
I still mourn that desk. (And hate the one I have now. Wish I could find another teacher's desk.)