Well, since our house turns 30 this December, there isn’t any part of the building itself that is older than that. The oldest furnishing is my grandparent’s library table, which basically divides the living room and dining room in the open space. It is the size of a desk, with curving legs and a lower shelf about six inches from the floor. My mom used to tell me stories about how she played and napped on that shelf when she was a child. My grandfather was a school teacher, and did a lot of work using it. I do not know how old it is, but my mom was born at the beginning of The Depression, so it’s at least that old. To me, it looks late Victorian or possibly Edwardian, so it may have been a wedding gift or early marriage purchase since my grandparents were married not long before before WW I.