Approximately forty years ago, my mom and dad bought this table used. (At least, I believe so. I don't know that they ever bought brand new furniture . . . ) My mom liked garage sales and bargains. When Louise inherited the house and everything in it, she had two or three tables of her own. "Get rid of the ugly one that none of us ever liked anyhow!" Well after three and a half years, it's done. Ann didn't want to see a piece of history go, so I took photos for her. (Ann adds: Louise remembers that Eileen felt terrible when she used bleach to clean the table and it left a mark. Also: I don't know how many people stubbed their toe on the leg extensions. Ouch! ) Louise adds that the white spots were actually from when mom was trying to clean something else on the table and the bleach leaked through the cloth it was on. Here they are: