I remember going into our Grandma’s beach house when I was really little, and she had the most attractive wood furniture I had ever seen, and now that I am older, I am finding it hard to guess that she absolutely allowed us to play on the furniture… I remember 1 time when she got really frustrated with our brother and I, because we had taken our wax crayons and painted all over the chairs.
When she asked why we thought it was necessary to paint her wood furniture, we really calmly told her that we wanted to make it more attractive for her, then she gave us big hugs and told us not to touch the wood furniture with crayons, however if we absolutely wanted to help she would deliver us each a cotton towel and we can really carefully scrub the crayon off, however the two of us both looked at each other oddly, because we knew that what we were doing was cleaning up our mess.
I look back on that time now and I miss our Grandma. She once told myself and others when I got older that it was the original furniture that her mother and father had bought when they got married almost 70 years earlier. When she passed away she and Grandpa had been married 60 years which made the wood furniture almost 140 years old. In her will, the wood furniture was to be given to our brother and I. She said she knew that we would take care of it and the lawyer handed each of us a cotton cloth. The two of us burst out laughing because we were the only 1s who understood the story of the cotton cloth.