The Sideboard
In the heart of my home on Waiheke Island stands a cherished piece of my history — a 137-year-old sideboard with a story of its own. In the midst of turmoil during the second South African War, when the ominous clouds of conflict loomed over the land, my ancestors made a decision to safeguard their precious belongings, including this sideboard. They buried it beneath the earth, shielding it from the ravages of war and the flames of destruction. In the year 1902, when the war was finally over, this sideboard emerged from its earthen cocoon. It stood as a silent witness to the strength of my family’s bond and their unwavering determination to preserve what mattered to them. It holds not only the weight of its own history but also the memories of laughter, love, and shared meals that have graced its presence over the years. It is a story of survival, of hope, and of the enduring power of love. And as I gaze upon this sideboard, I am reminded of the resilience that resides within us all, urging us to persevere in the face of adversity and to cherish the legacy of those who have gone before us.
In the heart of my home on Waiheke Island stands a cherished piece of my history — a 137-year-old sideboard with a story of its own. In the midst of turmoil during the second South African War, when the ominous clouds of conflict loomed over the land, my ancestors made a decision to safeguard their precious belongings, including this sideboard. They buried it beneath the earth, shielding it from the ravages of war and the flames of destruction. In the year 1902, when the war was finally over, this sideboard emerged from its earthen cocoon. It stood as a silent witness to the strength of my family’s bond and their unwavering determination to preserve what mattered to them. It holds not only the weight of its own history but also the memories of laughter, love, and shared meals that have graced its presence over the years. It is a story of survival, of hope, and of the enduring power of love. And as I gaze upon this sideboard, I am reminded of the resilience that resides within us all, urging us to persevere in the face of adversity and to cherish the legacy of those who have gone before us.
In the heart of my home on Waiheke Island stands a cherished piece of my history — a 137-year-old sideboard with a story of its own. In the midst of turmoil during the second South African War, when the ominous clouds of conflict loomed over the land, my ancestors made a decision to safeguard their precious belongings, including this sideboard. They buried it beneath the earth, shielding it from the ravages of war and the flames of destruction. In the year 1902, when the war was finally over, this sideboard emerged from its earthen cocoon. It stood as a silent witness to the strength of my family’s bond and their unwavering determination to preserve what mattered to them. It holds not only the weight of its own history but also the memories of laughter, love, and shared meals that have graced its presence over the years. It is a story of survival, of hope, and of the enduring power of love. And as I gaze upon this sideboard, I am reminded of the resilience that resides within us all, urging us to persevere in the face of adversity and to cherish the legacy of those who have gone before us.