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Christmas Gift! By Murphy Henry

Posted by caseyhenry on Tuesday, December 6, 2016

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This month, in this Season of Giving, I want to share a story that my friend Ben Smelser wrote. Ben is a back-slidden banjo student, a bass player, and father of Tip Jar Jam fashionista Kasey Smelser. I’ve shared some of Ben’s wisdom before and I’ve also shared some of his non-wisdom, like the time he kept working on Fireball Mail after Casey Henry, his banjo teacher, told him not to!

The Universe dropped Ben into our lives when one of my students backed into tree alongside our driveway and I decided to have the offending object removed. (Tree, not student!) Thus, I stumbled onto Smelser’s Tree Service. This tree removal begat banjo lessons and which begat playmates for grandson Dalton (Ben, Kasey, and his grandson Cam), which begat a babysitter for Dalton (Kasey), which begat a friendship between two families. When we visited Ben’s family for a Fourth of July party, I admired the gorgeous table he’d made for his wife, Tina, and I said I’d love to have a table like that. Ben being Ben, the rest is history. Here is the story, originally handwritten, that Ben delivered along with the table. 

I Am Your Table

         I am your table. If you are reading this, then I have made it into the home in which I will stay. You see, I wasn’t always like this. So take a second and admire my beauty.

         Many years ago I stood tall and proud. I was a walnut tree in a family’s yard. I’ve seen many seasons come and go. I’ve survived powerful thunderstorms, crippling ice, blazing hot summers, droughts, and snow up to my first limb. My canopy was huge and it shaded the family home and the children who played under me. I’ve seen a lot. I’ve held the nest of many robins and watched the mother care for and nurture her young until they took flight. Squirrels would race across my limbs gathering nuts. Kids would swing from my branches. An old man napped in his hammock while I held him and I cherished that.

         Then one day, when I had grown to be frail, I heard the family speak of how I might not be safe to be around. Yes, some of my limbs had fallen and, yes, I’d gotten weaker over time. They mentioned me being removed. Then that day came. A man stood beside me with all his gear hanging from him and as he started to climb me he began to talk. He said, “You sure are a real beauty. I’m gonna take you down piece by piece and your old weak branches will be chipped away. But as for you, the main stem, you will be going with me.”

         I rode all the way to West Virginia where I laid on my back for a few months. Then it happened! That man came and laid me on his mill. As he looked me over he reached down and touched my butt cut. Then he said, “This is one of the nicest butts of a walnut I’ve ever seen.” That made me giggle!! He sawed my layer of bark off which revealed all my grain. He smiled so big and said, “You are a beautiful ole girl!”

         I became two-inch planks, then I was put away to dry for a year. He brought me out and checked my moisture again. Too high. I waited another year. Then just this past month, November 2015, he brought me out. I was just right. What was I to become? What is this table thing he speaks of? As the man and his friend Justin began to put me together I could see by their passion that I was to become something great.

         I was glued together to become a solid massive top trimmed all the way around with some of my best heart wood. And my legs! I never would have thought that I could have legs like that. He sanded them down to be silky smooth and would constantly comment on how gorgeous they were. Way to make me blush! Then my benches were joined together and braced for sturdiness. But I still didn’t know why he had the passion and desire to build me so strong and beautiful.

Then when all the work was done and I was gleaming with a bright finish he sat down with me and said, “These people you are going to stay with mean a lot to me. Like them, you are special! Unlike all other pieces of furniture, you, the kitchen table, are unique. As you did when you were a tree, again you will see much. Your table top will carry the loads of many meals, for many seasons, and many holidays. You will hear the prayers day in and out of those who sit with you. Coffee and tea will be shared with visitors and friends. You will witness joyous occasions and celebrations. You will also have to absorb the tears in times of suffering. There will be kids who scratch and mark and color all over you. But enjoy it for they grow quick. Your legs must be strong enough to carry all this. Sometimes the weight of a heavy elbow and worrisome soul may test your strength. But stay strong.

“Oh, yes, and you have benches instead of chairs. You see, chairs separate, but benches are one. They bring people together. Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, leg to leg. Plus, it’s easy to lean on someone while on a bench. Kinda lets them know you’re glad to be beside them. That’s what you are, a walnut kitchen table.”

         I heard him mention names. Red and Murphy, Casey, Dalton, Sean, and Chris. I guess you are the folks I am here for. I know there was a lot of love put into making me, so I’m hoping to always make you proud for I am your family’s Walnut Kitchen Table!

3 comments on “Christmas Gift! By Murphy Henry”

Dave1climber Says:
Tuesday, December 13, 2016 @9:59:51 PM

Ben Smelser is a true Maker.

pickn5 Says:
Wednesday, December 14, 2016 @6:50:50 AM

Ben Smelser sounds like a great craftsman and poet.

JanetB Says:
Thursday, December 15, 2016 @10:01:30 AM

A beautiful story, Casey, somehow emailed to me. Many people have a hard time with the concept that things such as trees have a spirit, but you and Ben understand. Happy Holidays to you!

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