“The Personal History of Everyday Objects
Somewhere in a showroom in San Francisco or Seattle, a young couple
picks out their first nice dining room suite. They have no idea
of the men and machinery, the sweat and labor, the diesel fumes
and distance involved in placing this table in front of them to buy.
Jake-brakes judder a semi-truck to a stop at the only light in the county:
another load of hardwood headed to High Point
to be made into high-end furniture and shipped
all over the globe.
A white haired woman with a walker uses every second
to clear the crosswalk, allows the truck to turn left
over the mountain bound for Summersville, Beckley,
points South.
It’s a ritual repeated many times a day as the best timber in the eastern US — cut
into boards right here in Webster County, West Virginia by men
who’ve spent generations in the logging woods and lumber mills —seeks out
its higher purpose.
The couple walks around the table a final time before deciding, trusting
it will match their hardwood floors, some of which
have come from the self-same hillsides
as the wood for the table.
They know it will look good spread with the Thanksgiving dinners
and everyday breakfasts they imagine preparing
with the four hands between them
for the family they do not yet have.