My mother convinced my father to buy a very rundown brownstone in Harlem instead of renting another single occupancy kitchenette. It looked abandoned and was never taken care of by the young medical student or his father who put it in his name. He sold it to my parents and they paid the mortgage religiously. It was pretty much uninhabitable and we had little furniture to move in. My father made the beds first, the dining table and chairs, a China cabinet in his spare time. Then this 93” tall cabinet for my mother, which was passed down to me. I know I love the line about it, the composition of it, the simplicity of it. He was an artist.
Contributed by: Sharon Killian
Created by: My father, Wesley George Brown
Origin: Harlem, NYC