Solid oak given to me by my grandma. It was the first table she had when she was married and made by one of her neighbors. When she gave it to me, it was painted green and yellow. My dh and I stripped the paint from it and that was when we realized it was oak. On the down side, it is small. It is a tight squeeze to fit six and that is with very little food on the table. But every time I look at it, I remember my grandma. When she was alive, I asked her why she painted it, to match her kitchen, of course.:001_smile: