My father was very fond of *Teak Furniture*. I can't help but think of him whenever I see teak. Unfortunately it is so rarely found these days. However, last weekend I got lucky, really lucky. I was out shopping at a second hand furniture store with A (my sister) and Crafty Friend Karen when I came across a teak secretary desk/bookshelf. The piece was a little dusty and had a few pen marks, but my father had taught me how to care for teak (steel wool and teak oil) so I knew I could easily clean it up.
Two days later the desk/bookshelf was delivered to my house. Hubby was there to receive it and surprisingly he voiced his approval instead of inquiring of the price. When I got home from work I ran into the study to admire it. It was perfect! The study already contained a teak desk and a wall of teak bookshelves which I had inherited from my father, so the new piece was the perfect accompaniment. That night I scrubbed it and oiled it, so that it was back to its former glory.
For me it has become a new gem in my home. I feel like my father is smiling down on me and nodding his head in approval. I also feel like I have carried on the torch for the fondness of teak (it sounds silly, but I am proud of it). It is five years today since my father has passed and I am thankful for all the ways I have to keep his memory alive. I miss you Dad. I treasure my memories of you and the parts of me that are you.