40 ROUND KITCHEN TABLE

This was our home dining room table at 25 Columbus Avenue, when we were growing up. We are here playing card games, probably "Go - fish". I can recall the years of uncomfortable tension, and dysfunction that passed over this table. When we were called to sit down for dinner, I would cringe with apprehension. It would be quite revealing if this table was able to talk about it's past, and reveal the suppressed or assertive discord that occurred, around this table. From this table I was told not to use such words as "I love this or that", or that I had to cross my legs when I sat in a chair only like a real man would, as defined by my parents. This was a table for repressive criticism and conditioning. We were innocent children, and just went along with the narrow minded behavioral conditioning assuming this was normal. It was uncomfortable to sit at this table especially when our father was present. Luckily he was often away on a business trip of some sort. A table should have brought us together, it should not have divided us.

A view over the dining table to the living room doors, which are of a similar style to the front doors, but are narrower and flat.