WE DID WHAT?

I have tried to be very patient with the growing pile of books by Paul's side of the bed. I think I have been patient. (I must also admit that the pile of books on my side of the bed has grown.) However I am not sure I was ready to help bring our pie safe up from the basement. I thought it would be good to get a man to help. But Paul thought with his brains and my brawn - not really - his brains and brawn plus a rope and a sleeping bag, we could do it.
Do you see how steep and long the stairs are?

Up we came and turned the corner into the kitchen...
not quite that easily, but we did it!

There it is in the bed room!
And I didn't mention that it is 52" X 50" X 17 1/2" & heavy -
made, we don't know how long ago.
It is all original except for the door frame on the right and the punched tin.
Paul did that years ago and it looks old now.

Many years ago we painted it with a Sturbridge paint.
I was excited to see that the paint was pealing a bit. We love the distressed look!
We left the top natural.

We have since moved this bookcase out, but it would fit in the room.
The books are now hidden in the pie safe.

Yes, another bookcase! We could do without furniture, but never books! or bookcases!
Paul made that rocker from old "spare parts". He is very clever!

This is an old dresser which my Grampa picked up in the alley. Someone had thrown it out because a leg was missing. Grampa fixed it up and we have used it ever since our 1965 merger.
We do have lots of clever in our family! This isn't the best shot of the dresser,
but I liked the angle of the mirrors.

This commode is from old Pillsbury Hall when it was torn down. There was an auction at Harvest Home of Pillsbury Hall items. (Clever) Paul refinished it and bought carved wooden drawer pulls. Now the commode is a very cherished possession after the closing of our beloved Pillsbury Baptist Bible College.

This was my Grampa's chest of drawers. I guess he locked money in one of the top drawers.
No money there now!

This is a little sewing cabinet that Grampa made for my mom. He was a finish carpenter trained in Norway. He could build anything! I used to love to visit him in his garage workshop. It always smelled of saw dust and pipe smoke. His name was Knut (the k is pronounced) Leir. Leir was the town he came from in Norway, just as Paul's Grampa came from Fosmark.
My Gramma's name was Natalia. That would be Natalie in English, but Natalia per Norsk
("per Norsk" means "in Norwegian").

This old trunk is in our bedroom too. Did I mention it is a big room?
We weren't sure at first about adding the pie safe,
but now we like it. It is a bit cozier.