I love things that remind me of my childhood. My Granny Dorsey was the central key to so many memories. I’ve had her dining table in storage for several years but I didn’t have anywhere to use it until now. Since Don built a new studio for me on the back of our house, my dining table has been moved to the studio. Granny’s table is also in the studio but it’s in the process of being refinished.
This table was made by hand. I’m going to see if Mother remembers who might have made it. I want to attach a letter of provenance to the bottom side of the table top as it will be passed down in the family.
The top is plywood which Don says would have come from the west coast as that was the only place in the states that was making plywood during that time period. Granny & Papaw Dorsey lived in Mississippi. It is just a basic table. The sides are really interesting as you can easily see the marks made where the wood was sawn into planks. I have no idea what kind of wood the sides and legs were made of.
I don’t know if you can tell by looking at it, but this table is wide. It’s much wider than dining tables we have today. You can easily put a big spread of food on the table and still have plenty of room for eating.
I did most of the sanding myself with a little sander by Skil. It’s a great little sander! When I would get tired, Don would take over. Here’s a picture of him starting the staining process. We’re using a Walnut Danish oil stain by Watco.
It’s easy to apply but I’m kind of getting tired of all the coats this table top needs. It is absolutely just drinking the finish! But it’s starting to look good. The soft grain areas are finally starting to fill in so I’m hoping just a few more coats will be needed. After that, I’ll apply a few coats of satin polyurethane, wet sand it and then put a few more coats to finish off.
It’s not a fancy table by any means. It has a few character dings in it, but it’s very special to me. I can’t begin to tell you how many Sunday lunches after church I’ve eaten at this table surrounded by family. Precious, precious memories.