tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post2902214932092390545..comments2023-10-17T12:09:55.180-04:00Comments on Melmoirs: The passing of old redMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01886668831972641673noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post-79888473743865065582008-08-05T10:34:00.000-04:002008-08-05T10:34:00.000-04:00they are nice tables/chairs. and we had one in the...they are nice tables/chairs. and we had one in the kitchen, I think, when I was a kid. definitely lots of memories made on those surfaces. I hope old red is appreciated in his new dwelling; I suspect he will be.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01886668831972641673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post-81949877910571027132008-07-31T15:00:00.000-04:002008-07-31T15:00:00.000-04:00These tables are memory candy for sure if you're "...These tables are memory candy for sure if you're "of a certain age." My grandma had a red one similar to yours (only 4 chairs in her tiny kitchen, or maybe 3, as I remember the table pushed up under the window on one side). And we had a yellow one (with white accents and gray speckles). They sure are special pieces of Americana. (Plus they wore like iron -- perfect for card playing, game playing, and of course, meal after meal.) Thanks for the trip down memory lane -- wish I had room for one at my house.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com