Hello, my name is Mahogany. Years ago, I was a young
sapling, growing amongst others trees. It was my heritage
to be harvested and shipped overseas to America. America
was the place to go. Many of my family members have made
the journey, and as history has relayed on to me, my natural
beauty and strength was of more value overseas that to stay
here in Malaysia.
Over the years, my tender would select a mature family member
and remove them from my surroundings. Soon, planted in that
place would be new saplings. I looked to a future of everlasting
beauty. Oh, what would become of me? What was America like?
How would I be appreciated? What would be my final role?
The years turned to decades. Soon I was a mature hardwood.
Time and weather had been good to me, as I matured. In the
next few years I would meet my future, for I had become an
elder in my forest.
One fine spring day, my leaves not yet revealed, I was harvested.
It was a proud moment for myself, for I had grown magnificently.
Soon, I would be graded. Select, Grade # 1 was my goal.
Stored in neat piles, I awaited my destiny. The examiner
passed by me and he graded me # 3. I was depressed. Only
one grade above firewood. They wanted me to be the container
frame to hold my higher graded mahogany family members! Portions
of me were cut into 24' lengths, 2" by 3". Other parts were
cut into 1" by 3" slats, and 1" by 6" slats, 4' long. I was
nailed together, the 24' lengths being the base, the slats
were nailed into me forming a long support assembly.
After I was assembled, steel drag/pull pins were bolted
on my frame to be used for pulling and towing me. Soon my
work started. Long pieces of higher graded family members
were placed upon me in various lengths and widths, stacked
to 4' high. This load was banded together with steel straps,
drawn together very tightly. I was dragged into a steel shipping
container. Other loads similar to me were pulled next to
me, then, similar loads were placed on top of me. The container
was sealed. My soul was looking for some form of salvation,
then I realized; I was still going to America!
The journey was long. We were at sea for almost a month,
then off loaded in San Francisco, placed upon rail car and
shipped to the Northeast. The Northeast! I had learned that
this area was the hardwood capital of America. Why are we
going there? After a week on the rail car, my container was
off loaded and set in a staging area. After several months,
the container was finally opened and I got some fresh air.
The loads on top of me were removed and soon I was dragged
out and placed on a truck and driven to a small town outside
of Worcester, Mass. The higher graded wood that I was holding
was removed, stored and stacked for sale. What about me?
I was dragged to the back of the building where there were
hundreds of other discarded family members, shaped like myself.
I was simply picked up and placed upon other assemblies and
left. Every few weeks another assembly was hauled out and
put on top of me. This was my destiny. I learned that this
hardwood outlet had been there for a long time and that all
of the original hauling assemblies were still there. So this
My fate is now more certain than ever. I was left to rot.
My color faded. My rich color had faded to driftwood gray.
Could anyone tell that I was mahogany? In the summer of 2002,
a woodworking hobbyist happened upon my pile. Rumor in our
setting was that this guy has a reputation for rescuing select
hardwoods and restoring them to their natural beauty. He
looked upon us with keen interest and received permission
to claim us. When he saw us in 24' lengths, he realized that
he had no way to handle our size. He drove away. We were
Later that year, in October, this guy returned. He had with
him a cordless tool to cut us in to smaller lengths so he
could handle us. We were loaded in his car and driven off.
The nails fastening my assembly together were removed. Then
we were sorted by size and neatly stacked.
I have gone full circle. So, before you now, I have met
my goal, Grade # 1, in my natural beauty. This is a two-drawer
filing cabinet. The exterior of this cabinet is me. The interior
drawer box frame and supporting infrastructure pieces are
from the oak and maple family, also similarly rescued.
Parts of me have or will become serving trays, tray stands
or other neat items with a natural Mahogany finish. I will
turn a bit darker over time. There are differing shades to
my color because I have a deeper richer color near my trunk
center and a lighter softer color towards the bark. This
is natural in my wood family. Simply care for me as your
would care for any other hardwoods in your home. Please,
share my story with others and invite them to visit me and
other works from my Craftsman Creator at our web site; FullCircleWood.com.
Thank you for your time and enjoy my beauty.
Who wants to take me home?
Mahogany Two Drawer File Cabinet