The bar in my living room is ugly, outdated, heavy and huge, but it’s a member of the family. My dad, a C-130 navigator for the U.S. Air Force, bought it in 1968 – nearly a decade before I was born – during a stop in Spain. Once it got home (after unexpected layovers in the Middle East and Africa), my mom decoupaged wine labels to the top, and it was a fixture in our living room for my entire childhood.
When I was old enough to have my own place, my parents passed it on to me. It served its intended purpose for years, but recently it’s gained new life as shelving for my daughter’s toys. One day, I’m sure, it’ll be the life of the party again. But for now, it has to pull its weight, just like everyone else in the family.
Staff writer Stacy Chandler