A little over a year ago, shortly after my father passed away, my mother went through a redecoration phase in her home. One of the things she wanted was a proper computer desk and not the old desk she'd been using. As she lives in another country it wouldn't be feasible for me to build her a proper desk, and against my advice she decided to purchase a desk shaped object from the local office supply store. While in little under a year that $300 pile of junk has since disintegrated and she's gone on to buy another one, it left the old desk without a home.
Ordinarily this wouldn't be an issue. Throw it away, or donate it to Goodwill or what have you, case closed. That was her initial intent before I pointed out to her, that a it was my dad's desk and b, it was quartersawn white oak.
Technically I suppose neither are 100% accurate. The desk's solid visible lumber is quartersawn and the sides and top are veneered, with the non-visible pieces of several lesser wood species, mostly birch. The desk also wasn't exactly my dad's, though it did come from his family. My grandfather worked for the post office and it was his office desk that somehow came into his possession. I'm guessing he either bought it when they redid the offices or took it when he retired.
The desk sat in my mom's basement until November of this past year, when I had to return to Ottawa for the funeral of my closest friend. As I would be driving up to carry some of Adrian's personal effects back to his parents it was a convenient time for me rent a trailer for the return drive and take the desk back home with me. Which is what I did, so let the saga of Dad's desk begin.
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