the kitchen table

Loren Huddleston is almost 90. At his kitchen table he tells me about his life on the farm - how his wife has been gone for 3 years, the fact that he can no longer remember anyone's name and how more than 50 years ago he cut a honey locust tree that fell and killed his father. "That was an awful blow to me," he says. 

                                                                                                      


Last Saturday night my friends and family gathered around our kitchen table to talk, laugh, cook, drink & eat. A familiar place to all after more than 30 years spent living in this old farmhouse. It made me realize how central that table is to our lives - the center of the kitchen, in the heart of the house. A place to work, a place to share and most importantly, a place to remember.