My grandfather, born in 1864, was a doctor starting in the late
1880's. He had some formal training but
did a lot of learning accompanying another doctor on his rounds in Ulster
County New York.
Patients sometimes paid what they could in cash. Sometimes they paid in food and very
occasionally in furniture. It may be
apocryphal but the desk in my living room supposedly came to him by way of what
must have been a very grateful patient.
I can never find the exact period of this desk in any antique
catalogues but it is some kind of mahogany planter's desk with one large drawer
in front and two smaller drawers on either side. It has long elegant legs and two doors which
open on either side of the top section.
One of them has twelve compartments or pigeonholes perfect for monthly
statements or business papers. The other
side has vertical slots for files or letters.
In the middle at the top are two more little drawers. The flat desk opened at one time but now is
nailed shut.
As a child I remember this desk sitting in the library of my
grandparent's home with the picture of my great-grandfather who was wounded at Gettysburg on one side
and a brass candlestick at the other.
After my grandparents' death, the desk came to my father. Along with the
picture and the candlestick and a little Tiffany clock which was one of my
parents' wedding gifts, the desk moved to various houses.
My mother kept the household accounts and little brown envelopes with
cash for rent and food and other necessities could fit in the twelve
cubbyholes, correspondence and bills on the other side.
When I was in high school, the desk was squeezed into our small living
room in southeast Washington
and I did homework there, often with fresh, hot tollhouse cookies and a glass
of milk.
As an only child, all things came down to me and the desk now sits in
state in my living room with the brass candlestick and Tiffany clock. Only my great-grandfather is not there but he
is close by on the wall in a gold frame.
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