My MIL had a house full of antiques. I grew up with all modern furniture. As time went on she gave me a pie crust table and an old Stockman's desk. More time went by and I learned these were hand me down's from her MIL--that she HATED. Any "worth" they had was removed when she refinished them decades before I came along. She was a modern gal who wanted all new and modern circa 1960. I happen to LOVE them both. When she died we went through the house trying to decide what to do with all her things. We decided early on much of it was stuff SHE loved and it was ok that we did not. The things served their purpose for her and now their time has passed. You could either save the table in a back room for the next generation who may love it or guilt free LET IT GO. It's the legs--they are really bringing the table to an unattractive place.

I, too, had a musical rocker, circa 1956. It had the original paint and 'Little Bo Peep' decal. Still played music! Having recently given up on the whole grandkid thing, and tired of storing it out of the Dallas heat, I finally listed it on CL. A young guy bought it for his daughter. Made me feel good that some little girl was going to enjoy it...hopefully as much as I did.

Several years ago we were moving back into our house and we had some stuff in storage one of which was one of those giant tv entertainment centers. The movers were moving it back in and I stopped them and said that it's not coming back into the house and so leave it outside and we'll get rid of it. One of the movers asked if he could have it and how much was it. I told him it was free and yes, he could have it. He was so excited. I did not ask him what he was going to do with it. He was young and perhaps just looking for some storage.

I was 18 when I got married to my first husband and we moved into the standard mobile home. It was right next to the railroad tracks, so every time the train came through the dishes would rattle in the cabinets. If the doors weren't closed securely they'd rattle right out of the cabinets! We only lived there a couple of years before we bought a house for $10,000 on a land contract. My boss at the time used to tell me that if we would tear down the house the lot would conform to the County's junk ordinance restrictions, LOL. The kitchen floor went downhill at a pitch steep enough that I could set my rolling pin in the doorway and it would roll to the other end of the room. The cabinets were those old metal ones and two burners on the electric stove worked. We had fuel oil heat and the heating bill was more than the monthly payment on the house, plus the line would freeze and I'd have to go out in the middle of the night and pour a teakettle of boiling water over it to thaw it out. We lived there when Amanda was born and stayed there long enough to save a down payment on a REAL house. From there we moved to a small apartment but at least all the burners worked, and snow didn't come in around the windows. We lived there while shopping for a house and eventually bought the White Cloud house with the orange formica counters and the in ground pool. Priorities, you know. (grin) Ashley was born while we were in that house and both the girls grew up there. The applicances were all KitchenAid and they were good ones, except the refrigerator. The owners had just purchased a big side by side and wanted to take it with them, and we used every penny we had for a downpayment, so we bought a used refrigerator. We lived there for 30 years, eventually got divorced and I kept that house. When I retired and Dad died, I bought the farm I grew up on. Elery and I got married and here we are. Annie