By Josh Mitchell/Corinth Today News Editor
I thought it had seen its last day, but I did not give up hope.
When I unloaded the roll top desk from the moving truck almost two years ago it fell apart into about five pieces.
I knew it was shaky when I moved it from the St. Louis area to Corinth in 2016.
But I had transported that desk many times in moving trucks.
Once from North Carolina to Mississippi. Another time from Mississippi to Cheyenne, Wyoming.
And then again from Wyoming to Missouri.
And finally from Missouri to Corinth.
Each time it seemed to get a little wobblier, but something kept it held together until we moved to Corinth. It finally fell apart when I was unloading it.
It crossed my mind to put it on the curb and say farewell to the wooden desk that once belonged to my late dad.
But I decided to store it in a shed with hopes of reassembling it and using it again.
After all, it had been in three time zones, and I wrote three manuscripts on that desk.
Most importantly, it held many memories of my dad.
It was the desk he worked from as an employee of DuPont Agricultural Products in Vicksburg. He was not at a desk often though. He was out in the cotton and soybean fields of the Mississippi Delta.
I have now moved to a home surrounded by farmland. Now I’m glad I saved my dad’s old desk even though it’s in numerous pieces.
Surrounded by agriculture, I feel that the desk is back home in a way.
I still have hopes of putting the desk back together. Ironically, the desk has taken on a new meaning now that it is in several pieces.
I remember coming home from school and seeing my dad working at his desk. Little did I know at the time that I would lose my dad in my 20s.
I have many fond memories of my dad, and seeing him at his roll top desk is just one.
I’m glad I have the memories and the desk.