One day, our daughter, Bailee, crawled beneath that vanity, likely with a screwdriver in hand, hoping to disassemble one more thing. (She had already loosened the bolts holding our “farm house” kitchen table together along with every screw in the house she could reach). Beneath the vanity, wedged in an area above one of the drawers was an interesting find. Had the vanity not been in use, had my “Curious George” daughter not been searching every nook and cranny, and had, as usual, every drawer she could find not been pulled open, her discovery may have gone unnoticed to this day. The vanity sat with several other turn-of-the-century pieces that served as our bedroom set for years and, when we moved east for work, the vanity eventually landed in Madison’s bedroom on the second floor of a farm house in which we lived, in Damascus, Montgomery County, Maryland. As for Bailee’s find, that is the real story.




