Now, understand that my Dad was a stern and stubborn individual at times. A trait he picked up from his father, honed by his time in the U.S. Army as a First Sergeant, and polished as a plant manager for a large corporation. However, when Mom set her mind on something one may as well lift their hands in surrender—and that included Dad.
Our duplex unit in Kramer Homes had a kitchen/dining area that must have been all of 12' x 12'...pretty darn small, especially by today's average home standards. When I was in my early teens, Mom decided she wanted a genuine wooden picnic table as our dining table. I have no idea where this idea came from, but once Mom set her mind to something a speeding locomotive had no chance of going against her.
Oh, she and Dad discussed the table and I can still recall him saying (rather emphatically) "I will NOT put a picnic table in this house!" Well, guess what? The table was sitting in that kitchen within 24 hours! Mom picked it up and got it home strapped somehow in the trunk of her car. Then she had me and a couple friends carry it into the house (Dad was right; HE didn't have to put it into the house!).
Shortly thereafter, Mom painted the table a bright red and you know what? It looked pretty doggone Better Homes and Gardens-ish sitting there in our kitchen! I'm not sure that Dad would agree with that assessment, but he knew when to give up and give in.
How I remember that red picnic table!
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