A story about a bed.The bed in our 3 bedroom cabin has led a way more adventurous life than we have.A friend (recently retired airline & fighter jet pilot) gifted it to camp.We were walking around his historic old lumberyard office in my hometown when I saw it buried in a corner.Like everything, once I know the story behind something (or someone) Im hooked.The brass frame was already an antique when teenage Jack Fearneyhough found it at an auction in 1975.He spent many college weekends sitting at a burnishing wheel refinishing it & extending it with other brass bed parts.The second picture is the bed in Jacks dorm at Bradley University kids close your eyes. It was the 70s). He learned early on that you become invested in something once youve put yourself into restoring it. So it would travel with him his whole life,disassembled and reassembled as it traveled a pilot live crossing the country… From Columbus, Mississippi, to Homestead Air Force Base in Florida, to Alaska, back to Florida at Eglin AFB, to Atlanta Georgia, then finally back to our hometown (Beardstown Illinois) where it was relegated to the closed down lumberyard storage office where we stumbled across it years later.The reason well always buy vintage pieces for camp rather than new department store furniture is that we like to keep around the reminder of durability and resilience to counteract our culture of trend-based business and fast fashion. There is a certain comfort in surrounding ourselves with things that have longevity;Reminders that value can be measured by experience over youth.Its creaky & scratched. You can find nicer ones anywhere, but not with the patina this one has earned.Thanks, Jack for letting us give this old friend a home here. Were determined to make sure it lasts another 50 years with us.Universal truth:All of our stories are hidden in our patina. (And were here for it)@sdamiani just stayed at our Lakeview Cabin and shared some pictures of a few of our other little worn stories