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I come from a family of decidedly womble-ing<\/a> tendencies.<\/p>\n In other words, we tend to acquire objects, and do not tend to throw them away.<\/p>\n Ever.<\/p>\n In my own case we are mostly talking about books, though other things accumulate too (at work, microscopes and sundry microscope bits are an obvious example).<\/p>\n In my parents’ case it is books AND other stuff, including furniture. My father used to have his lab for many years on a site where extensive outbuildings offered virtually unlimited storage space, so he had all sorts of stuff squirreled away. When I first bought a house in the late 1980s, and was trying to furnish it without spending money I didn’t have, I ended up with a bookcase for the bedroom from the family ‘store’. I remembered the same bookcase had run along one side of the living room in the family home we lived in from the mid 60s to the early 70s. I was slightly surprised at its reappearance thereafter, since in that house the bookcase had been a ‘built-in feature’, fixed firmly to the wall!<\/p>\n Anyway, there are objects and bits of furniture to be found dotted around my parents’ houses and gardens that came, in turn, from other houses we have occupied, or from their own parents’ houses. Nothing unusual in that.<\/p>\n There are also objects passed along, or passed on, by friends.<\/p>\n One of the things I like about such objects are that they often have a story that goes with them.<\/p>\n One example: at the Summer place where the Entourage Elliott<\/em> is currently encamped you can find the handsome refectory table pictured above.<\/p>\n The table is not an antique of any kind, though it is a nice solid piece and very handy for sizeable gatherings. For instance, we managed to get eleven round it for an extended family get-together last week without feeling particularly cramped.<\/p>\n It also makes a useful spot for writing, typing, drawing, colouring in the frontispieces of Tintin<\/a><\/em> books, playing chess, releasing calcium from intracellular stores<\/span> and anything else you can think of.<\/p>\n The main interest in the table is in what one might call its ‘provenance’. My dad was given it by a long-time scientific friend of his, the late plant biologist Daphne Osborne<\/a>. She had received the table many years before as a leaving present from Churchill College<\/a> in Cambridge, where she had been the first-ever female Fellow in the 1970s.<\/p>\n Though the table was by then in storage, having presumably been superceded by something bigger and grander, it had – so the story went – been a college dining table, and had done service at Churchill College dinners in the college’s early years in the 1960s.<\/p>\n Over at the Wikipedia entry on Churchill College<\/a> you can find a list of some of the notable Fellows. I like to think some of these luminaries might have sat around the table having dinner and setting the world to rights. For instance, I wonder if Francis Crick<\/a> – one of my father’s scientific heroes, as you might recall from here<\/a> – the physiologist Richard Keynes<\/a>, and CP Snow<\/a> of ‘Two Cultures’ fame, ever sat at the table together in the 1960s? I would like to think so.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I come from a family of decidedly womble-ing tendencies. In other words, we tend to acquire objects, and do not tend to throw them away. Ever. In my own case we are mostly talking about books, though other things … Continue reading