When my Grandfather passed away two years ago, I inherited among a few pieces, this Queen Anne-style desk. My Grandparents had the desk for as long as I could remember and us Grandchildren would always find the hidden compartments and rummage through old photographs and keepsakes when no one was looking. I desperately wanted to bring the desk westward with me (it would make a wonderful workstation for C&C), but instead, left it with my parents. For the majority of the time with them, it lived in their garage, which made me quite frustrated. My parents just moved into a new home and finally, the desk is in my bedroom. It gives me a great deal of pleasure admiring it before I fall asleep, thinking about my Grandparents and how happy they would be that I now get to cherish it. It's the little things, as they say...