June 21, 2009 by David Gillaspie
One of the museum guys stayed a night. He and his wife are reorganizing their home. He wants a new desk:
“If you piled every desk on earth onto Desk Mountain, a Wooton would be on top. If desks were outlawed you would hide a Wooton in an attic. It is the King Of Desks. After a Wooton you’ll never look at another roll top.
“Why did the Wooton have to die? Who killed it? The murder was a conspiracy between the typewriter and the file cabinet. One produced a deluge of documents, the other stored them. The Wooton drowned in it.
“When a desk as ornate as the Wooton drops from sight, a cultural ripple spreads across the entire world. It changes the business of desk building.
“The museum found a desk like the Wooton, made in the same town. A quick check showed nothing to identify it. No one knew what it was. The donors called it a mailbox desk. Someone else called it a Wells Fargo desk.
“I found a surface shadow where a piece of molding had been. Small screws fastened the matching piece on the opposite side. A metal plate under the molding showed a manufacturer’s name: A Moore desk.
“The incredible design of the Wooton serves two purposes. First was creating something beautiful. Second was showing how machine made furniture compares with handmade.
“In today’s so-called paperless society of high-tech communication, the Wooton deserves another chance, a comeback. What laptop wouldn’t be happy on a Wooton?”