Separated at Birth

I knew something cool awaited me when Mr. Mod texted, "Have you seen the desk," after I mentioned that I was stopping by the Green Shag.  However, I wasn't quite prepared for this:

 

Could it be?  Could my previously unidentified credenza have found its long lost partner?

 

  

The family resemblance certainly is strong.  I'm not sure who runs this booth, but I did buy the desk off a Mid-Mod collector.  Perhaps this is her setup and the desk in question is the other half of the very same set!

For sure, it's an exciting mystery, but the price and scale of the piece means that these two will likely continue on their separate paths.  Maybe one day the stars will align and they'll chance upon each other again.

 However, one mystery is solved.  The desk, unlike my credenza, sported a label.  It's from the Castilian line by the Alma Desk Company.

The more you know...

Office

I managed to dig up a few more pictures of the office this morning.  For a meatpacking plant, this place looked pretty classy.  I guess just about everything did back then.  Not many people could pull off a blood/meat covered t-shirt, jeans, and packer hat, but my grandpa sure did.

Notice the barware in the corner?  Yeah, I think that might be frowned upon these days.

Time was, a man could have a drink at lunch or in meetings, but nowadays if you so much as thought about having a sip, you'd have lawyers up your you-know-what so fast that you wouldn't know what hit you.

Some might call this an improvement, but personally, I think it made people tough, responsible, and independent.  If you've got some bureaucrat in an office somewhere making all of your decisions for you, what incentive do you have to do your own thinking?

Anyways, the office still looks pretty similar, as if it's been frozen in time.  Believe it or not, we still write up everything using those typewriters.  Talk about a mid-century collector's dream.