One by one Terri pulled open the drawers and checked the contents. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. It was so disappointing that this 1960s classic was yielding nothing of interest. Not so much as a sheet of newsprint to line the old pine. As a furniture recycler she was used to finding odd and interesting things in the pieces she bought. Over the years she’d found postcards, old coins, leaky pens, ancient stationery and all kinds of cheap trinkets that previous owners had clearly not wanted when the furniture went for sale.
Just as she
was giving up on this hunt the final drawer put up a fight and refused to open.
There was no lock, so it couldn’t be that, it had to be that it was sticky,
that’s all. And so she put all her
effort into hauling on the handles. Sixties design looked cool, but it was a
case of form over function. It was almost impossible to get a good grip on the
smoothly polished block of wood but that only served to make her more
determined. There must be another way.
Taking a
good look at the sides of the piece she realized she could probably get
something sharp behind the drawer front, if only she had the right tool.
Rifling through the toolbox she came across a screwdriver with a sturdy handle.
She remembered the object from when she inherited the box from her dad and
she’d thought at the time that she’d never have a use for it. She couldn’t
imagine ever having to unscrew anything so big, and really didn’t believe she
would have the strength to use it, even if she did have the need. But she had faithfully kept the tool all
these years because it had been her dad’s and she couldn’t bear to part with
it. This box of treasured tools was one of the reasons she’d taken up
restoration as a new career.
“Thanks
Dad,” she said as she hefted the chunky piece of iron and placed it carefully
on the line that separated the drawer edge from the frame, “It’s the next best
thing to a jemmy.”
She pushed
carefully and managed to insert the very edge of the screwdriver in the crack,
then levered gently at first to see if there was any movement. Gradually she
increased the pressure, then suddenly the crack widened and the drawer shot
forward several inches. Excitedly she pulled the drawer forward and saw inside
a printed leaflet. It had a photograph of a pretty girl who looked as if she
was in her teens or early twenties with the tragic words “In memoriam” printed
beneath it. Terri’s eyes immediately filled with tears.
