The Kitchen Table Essay
January 31, 2013
The Kitchen Table
Never have I taken the time to think of the significance of the kitchen table in my life, but I have come to realize that my kitchen table has always been a place to unwind and share with my family members. From childhood to my adult hood, I have always come to the kitchen table in celebration, conference, in search of security, and enjoyment. The kitchen table of the past always brought my family together, and the table in my present brings focus to my school work and an occasional “catch up” conversation with my family, and in the future I hope to have a similar kitchen table setting as I did in my childhood, but with my own style.
I grew up in a crowded 3 bedroom house with 3 siblings and my mother, who I hardly saw because she worked all the time. I spent most of my childhood running up and down my street with the other neighborhood children. I mostly remember the long summer days when I played tag, hide and seek, basketball, foursquare, and water balloon fights with my friends on our street. My mother would rather have had me and my 3 siblings outside playing all day, instead of making a mess inside her tidy house.
Once the sun began to go down behind the rooftops and the sky changed from a bright light blue to a tan orange and pinkish color, I knew it was time to go home. My mom had me wash up before I sat at the kitchen table.
The table was a long wooden table that seated 6, but it also could be converted to just four by dropping down the two sides with a switch lock. It was a long round rectangular shaped table, and the chairs were uncomfortable to sit in. My mother always covered the table with a layer of table cloth that matched the current season, and plate mats on top of the table cloth in front of each seat. There was always a rooster centerpiece in the middle of the table and a bowl of fake fruit next to it. There was a napkin dispenser that did not match the salt and pepper shakers, or the rooster center
The Kitchen Table
Never have I taken the time to think of the significance of the kitchen table in my life, but I have come to realize that my kitchen table has always been a place to unwind and share with my family members. From childhood to my adult hood, I have always come to the kitchen table in celebration, conference, in search of security, and enjoyment. The kitchen table of the past always brought my family together, and the table in my present brings focus to my school work and an occasional “catch up” conversation with my family, and in the future I hope to have a similar kitchen table setting as I did in my childhood, but with my own style.
I grew up in a crowded 3 bedroom house with 3 siblings and my mother, who I hardly saw because she worked all the time. I spent most of my childhood running up and down my street with the other neighborhood children. I mostly remember the long summer days when I played tag, hide and seek, basketball, foursquare, and water balloon fights with my friends on our street. My mother would rather have had me and my 3 siblings outside playing all day, instead of making a mess inside her tidy house.
Once the sun began to go down behind the rooftops and the sky changed from a bright light blue to a tan orange and pinkish color, I knew it was time to go home. My mom had me wash up before I sat at the kitchen table.
The table was a long wooden table that seated 6, but it also could be converted to just four by dropping down the two sides with a switch lock. It was a long round rectangular shaped table, and the chairs were uncomfortable to sit in. My mother always covered the table with a layer of table cloth that matched the current season, and plate mats on top of the table cloth in front of each seat. There was always a rooster centerpiece in the middle of the table and a bowl of fake fruit next to it. There was a napkin dispenser that did not match the salt and pepper shakers, or the rooster center