When we visited a producer recently, we were surprised to discover that his office contained a proud display of all the sort of furniture Whitley and I grew up with—circa around 1957. There was a dining table with chairs that looked like they were out of the old cartoon show the Jetsons, and framed fifties movie posters. I remember when my dad, who was certainly no esthete, painted our refrigerator turquoise, and there was, indeed, a turquoise refrigerator in the office! Whitley says that the couches and chairs could have come right out of his father’s den. My own house was themed in pink. When I returned many years later, I saw that it had been returned to the original white with green trim. What were we thinking back in the fifties, anyway? Although I do miss those two-toned cars, if only because they were so crazy looking.
This collection of furniture is considered antique. But it doesn’t seem that way to us. It seems fresh and new.
All of this makes us realize that, as we get older, we are becoming antiques ourselves. Most of the furniture found in antique stores is older, though, from the Victorian era. It must have been true then, too, that when older people walked in, they saw their youth, just as we did. Ghosts linger in old furniture, even when it is in a new place.