I would guess that this dresser is well over a hundred years old. As I look at the old tarnished worn handles and the scratch marks in the aged wood, I think about my grandmother opening these drawers to get things out. Possibly baby cloths or diapers since she almost always had a baby in the house, maybe her long socks or her Apron. Maybe the Dore on the right side held her well used Bible or catechism. Oh if only this dresser could talk!
Just look at the beautifully carved wood at the top of the old beveled mirror. I would bet this was hand carved, stained and varnished.
I think of the comb and hair brush that laid on this dresser and the many times she must have looked in this mirror, watching herself age just as we all do. I think of her beautiful long hair as she brushed it out every evening and morning. She normally wore it in a bun for daytime. I don't think she ever wore any makeup but with all the love my grandmother had, and her strong faith, the love of Jesus shown through her. I am forever thankful to God for the gift of My Grandmother.
Now it sets in our bedroom. It is a little crowded but I love it anyway. Who knows how many years I will be aloud to enjoy this gift, My Grandmothers Dresser. It will be passed down in our family and this bit of history will be passed along with it. Whoever gets my grandmothers dresser will never have known her but hopefully they will know of her love and how that love is also inherited and passed down from generation to generation.