Storied furnitureReaders treasure special pieces

One weekend while I was visiting my parents, a huge storm hit with many inches of rain. A large pecan tree behind the house fell.Ê Our family would miss the fall harvest of pecans from the tree, but I knew exactly what we could do with all that pecan wood! The tree was cut, sawed and finished.Ê A family friend and carpenter then made the table that I wanted.Ê My 7-foot, dark stained, pecan wood “farm tableÓ is the center piece of our kitchen and always a conversation topic for visitors. Provided.

A corner chair that seems like a nice place to sit to a visitor can be so much more to residents of the home where it lives.

Home furnishings often prompt the recall of special experiences for their owners. The memories can make the simplest piece truly extraordinary.

Though intimates often have heard the stories involving these pieces many times, they never grow tired of retellings.

Some owners have pieces designed for them by loved ones. Others have pieces they found or rescued and will never let go. And still others have family treasures, important because of their association with ancestors.

We asked readers to send us images of their favorite furniture pieces along with stories that make them special. Some responses are here. For more, go to postandcourier.com/galleries.

Dentyne recollections My great aunt Annabelle had this beautiful cabinet in her living room. My siblings and I were treated like her grandchildren since she never had children. My mother took my sister, brother and me to visit frequently. Her house seemed a million miles away since we lived in the suburb of Shaker Heights and my great aunt lived in the city of Cleveland, Ohio.

Each time we visited, my great aunt Annabelle always walked over to this cabinet and offered us red Dentyne gum. Inside the cabinet door was the drawer where she kept this gum. Great aunt Annabelle’s beautiful carved cabinet moved to Mount Pleasant in June 2004. The association of the Dentyne gum is still a strong memory with this beautiful cabinet that now holds china and small pieces of silver.

Sarah Jeanne Blum Farm table Six years ago, when my husband and I were building our “grown-up” house here in Charleston, we were having a difficult time finding a table for the space we would have in our new kitchen. I was looking for a farm table — similar to the one that I had growing up on my family’s dairy farm in upstate South Carolina. It was a sturdy table and could seat a crowd.

One weekend while I was visiting my parents, a huge storm hit with many inches of rain. A large pecan tree behind the house fell. Our family would miss the fall harvest of pecans from the tree, but I knew exactly what we could do with all that pecan wood!

The tree was cut, sawed and finished. A family friend and carpenter then made the table that I wanted. My 7-foot, dark stained, pecan wood “farm table” is the centerpiece of our kitchen and always a conversation topic for visitors. My farm table reminds me of special times throughout my life surrounded by family, love and home.

Catherine Garrison Davis A child’s rocking chair

My father, John Gerard Bouvette, was a Charleston artisan. From a perfect six-way fabric match to eight-way hand tied springs, he was the go-to upholsterer for the Charleston elite in mid-century.

When I was about 5 years old, he gave me this small child’s rocking chair which he had restored and re-upholstered for me. I loved it then, and I love it now.

For some of the in-between years it sat alone