I Want a Wooden Lazy Susan Like Grandma

Of all the things I remember about my early childhood, the memory of grandma’s dark walnut-colored wooden Lazy Susan with stacks of freshly baked muffins waiting for me every Sunday morning is something that will always fill my heart with joy. While remodeling my kitchen, I decided that I will try and recapture part of my youth, and find a wooden Lazy Susan exactly like Granny’s.

This was not at all easy to accomplish. Granny’s wooden Lazy Susan was not only dark walnut in color, but it also had the most delicate flowers carved on the edges. It also came with a matching hors d’ oeuvres tray and a cutting board. I felt like my newly-renovated kitchen would not be complete if I could not find, if not the same, then at least a set as elegant as Granny’s.

At first, I tried to look in our local kitchenware store but I found nothing even remotely similar. It is true that I found a few different types, but they were glass and plastic. Hardly my idea of chic. I was told that a large warehouse in a nearby town holds quite a collection of wooden Lazy Susans. So I decided to take my friend and go on the weekend.

Again, the visit was a disappointment. While the warehouse indeed held quite an impressive array of wooden Lazy Susans, they were mostly plain oak. No decorations, and certainly not matched in a set of any sort. This trip led me to believe that maybe such a beautiful, well-crafted wooden Lazy Susan is a thing of the past. So I rummaged through antique shops in the city, various yard sales and garage sales, to no avail!

I began to think that the artist that crafted my grandmother’s artwork had no modern counterpart in our times; maybe he was even the ‘Leonardo Da Vinci of wooden Lazy Susans.’ My friend had given up on this wild goose chase, and he told me that maybe this whole thing was not just about perfecting my newly decorating kitchen. He felt that I was chasing after the comforts of my childhood, and everything that my grandmother stood for.

“Perhaps you’re subconsciously refusing to grow up” he said. I asserted to him that this was not me hanging on to my childhood and refusing to step into adulthood. It was just about buying a good kitchen accessory! To prove it to him, I decided to call it quits and forget about the whole thing. Yet, secretly that night, I crept out of bed and surfed the web looking for a wooden Lazy Susan that looked just like my Granny’s.

By Muezza