Sitting at my bench style walnut table. I bought this from a couple that obviously didn't really want to part with it, but couldn't keep lugging it around. The story goes that her grandfather lived on a very old farm in the southeast, Tennessee, I believe. The neighbor had a 200 year old walnut tree that needed to come down and he agreed to help with the promise of getting some of the lumber in return. The bench that I'm sitting on, along with the table, was crafted from this wood approximately 80 years ago. I loved the history of it and promised to care for the table like it came from my own grandfather. They seemed somewhat relieved and let it go.