Four drawers, old skeleton keyholes in the top of each, round wooden knobs, rounded on their fronts too, all the color of a chestnut highlighted by the sun.

Tug at the drawers a little and they give in to opening, their bottoms a thin piece of wood with a little bit of daylight showing at the edges.

They’re just the right size for holding all the little miscellaneous items, all those little things that can collect over the years, a Bible from Aunt Edna given to Grandma and passed down.  Little pictures and unwanted jewelry that were special when given but now just faded memories.