Who Needs a Cheese Press? Really!

I have no real use for this, other than for a platform to display stuff.

Say Cheese! Well, Cheese Press would be a more accurate term.

I found this old hand-crafted press at a New Hampshire flea market, for a few bucks. It is amazingly well-constructed, out of oak.

The lumber is all full-dimension 2 inch stock. It is mortise and tenon joinery, with dowels. The bottom, I guess what you might call the “feet”, suffered from a little rot, so it’s not level.

I fell in love with it, just because it was so well-made, and I knew that somewhere, deep within the grain of this wood, there was a story. I may not know it, but I know it is in there.

I don’t really have a use for this, other than as a unique platform to display other treasures. Treasures, stacked upon treasures. I suppose that is reason enough to have gravitated to it.

For the moment, it graces the entryway to the Cottage. Who knows where it will end up? I certainly don’t. Everything here gets moved, re-deployed, re-purposed, or re-imagined. Isn’t that part of the appeal of finding all these old relics?