Fannie’s dresser

I’m a sucker for a story. A project that has little piece of history. 

This project is a doozy and I didn’t even know it.

I have a friend named Gail. 

Gail and I bartered personal trainer time for piano lessons and each week I would go to Gail’s home.

I would park in the driveway and walk through her garage. To the left sat an old dresser.  It had garage items stored on top of it but I could still see it. You can’t hide from me you beautiful piece of old furniture. I can spot you from a mile away.

Each and every week, I would say “anytime you want to part with that dresser, let me know how much you want for it.”  I might have begged a little.  

One day, Gail called and said they were moving and did I want the old dresser? Yes please. 

All this happened while the old house was in renovation . Probably not the best timing but timing flies out the window sometimes. 

The dresser came to live with me. It has to live in the hoard but one day it would have its rightful place in the old house. 

This week as I prepared for the  baby shower, I headed to the carport for something. I noticed the dresser in all it’s glory, waiting patiently  for me to decide her fate. Will I be painted or stained? Where will you place me so that others can stare at my beauty? 

I said to myself “no time this week Charma!” But myself didn’t listen and instantly had a plan for the old girl. 

You see her laminate wood drawer fronts were not in the best shape so stain would not work. However the solid wood top was in excellent condition with only a few water stains to deal with. 


So I stripped the top and let the old girl show off her beautiful wood.

I repaired a few of the loose pieces on the drawer fronts. The cans are holding down the pieces so they will dry.


And I took a little of this paint  and mixed it with a little of that paint. Last minute painting calls for mixology cause I really didn’t have time for Lowes. 


It was perfect.

She showed off at the baby shower too. 


I sent a picture to Gail and asked her who the  dresser belonged to and this is Gails response:

Her name was Fannie Harris and she was my grandmother. 

When she was born, her family didn’t name her. They called her the baby. So she named herself when she was 7 or 8. She grew up in the coal town of Coshocton, Ohio. Her father built the first RR to move coal out of the mines. My grandmother attended Ohio Wesleyan College and studied music. She played the piano and sang in the Church choir until she couldn’t walk up the stairs at about age 93. She lived an active life until she broke her hip and died at 99 and one half. My Aunt changed her head stone to make her 100. 

I am waiting on Fannie’s date of birth and date of death because I am going to place this story and her dates inside the dresser so that the next person privileged to own this beautiful piece of history will know exactly how special it is.

Have a beautiful week my friends.

Remember everyone has a story. Share it with people. 

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