Primitive? Maybe ordinary you'll say. Seventy eight years ago, Daddy made this little bed for my sister, and then 6 1/2 years later, I slept in it. He made it with hand tools, splitting the cedar and gluing the posts and rails together. Of course the bed wouldn't meet today's safety standards because the rails are too far apart; but we didn't fall out or get our heads caught between them.
I don't know where the bed was during my growing up years; perhaps it was loaned out. But sometime it came back to my parents house, and with a shortage of space there, Daddy tried to take the bed apart; it refused to be taken down. It finally came to live with me. I made bumper pads and fitted sheets for it, and grandchildren slept in it. After there were no more babies to use the bed, it became a place to pile stuffed toys and extra pillows, etc.
Last week I decided to give it new purpose, so I moved it into my bedroom and put some of my new quilts in it.
I like the way it looks!