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I don't have many really old things. I had to be pretty ruthless about stuff when I was moving into my teeny tiny hobbit house.
Best I can do is my bedside table. It's actually not a table, but my bed is quite low down, so it kind of works. It's a stool. Very plain looking, rectangular wooden top, made from cut down planks of wood from a packing crate (tea I think) with sturdy legs from some long dead piece of furniture, twisted slightly in an almost spindle style.
It was Nan's. My Grandad made it for her when she was pregnant with their first kid (late 1930s). It was so she had something she could sit on to do some of the household tasks like peeling potatoes or shelling peas, or separating off metal caps from whatever it was they were connected to, which she did as piece work for extra cash.
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