The desk is one that I remember helping my parents construct. It is made from the wrought iron legs of an old treadle sewing machine that Daddy connected and stabilized with some metal rebar. Then, we constructed the wooden top from some planks Daddy had at the shop. I remember my paternal grandparents expressing disdain that Mama would want those old sewing machine legs.
I was really glad to get it when my mother was dispersing some of her things after she recently moved to her new house. The table had been placed in my bedroom when I was a young girl to provide me with a desk for studying. Honestly, I can say that very little studying took place at that spot. However, I did have a sentimental feeling toward it when Mom said it was up for grabs.