Yup this is how the dinner table looked back in the day, kinda makes you feel comfy
My kitchen had those flooring tiles when we moved in.
Reminded me of my Mimmy's kitchen. Only difference being it was about three times larger. All the family would sit for a meal around the table. Mimmy had been a cook / waitress at Woolworth's.
It was way back when the company didn't care what the 'girls' made up as long as they took care of customers well. As a result, each different store had its own unique 'flavor'. Mainly it was 'Old World' home cooking short order, or MTO style.
This was carried over into her family home with PawPaw, except there was no short ordering, breakfast, lunch, supper. If you missed one, Mimmy might fix you a snack, but only if asked her politely and PawPaw agreed.
Of course, her idea of a snack was a full meal in and of itself. The regular meals often had three courses and kids waiting on permission to be excused from adults. If you ever left hungry, quite literally, it was your own doings.
Mimmy's family was a very old Dutch nobility. Never concerned us too much, save for once when I visited Disneyland. An agent came and sat by me at a Mickey Mouse Club taping. "You're Mimmy is related to the First Family," he told me. The Bush grandchildren had also come to the taping, we were later told.
Never delved into the genealogy, mom did though and assured us there were interconnections. She never revealed them because that was a private matter for Mimmy. Mimmy never spoke much of it other than a dismissive, "they had cousins, is all." No one pressed, as we saw it flustered her.
I miss breakfasts with her & PawPaw, while he and I rallied to work all day on the farm. By age 8 he had me running his "Ferggy" tractor to run fence line. He would always show me how he wanted something done, admonishing me that I could find a way that worked for myself, just have the results he asked to get. I was a very good mimic.
Swore he never had any trouble from me. At the same time, I lost count of the switches I fetched him. He appreciated some of my joking around, then some, well, he let me know it was time to work. He was of 'Old World' German stock.
I and him split dump truck load trucks of firewood with axes and mauls, spikes, wedges one day. Think it was three, although it was more likely two. I know the next day we were both sore, he brought liniment up, and we got 'dosed', ricked up the wood. "Work will take the pain out of you, boy," he said.
Looking back, can admire how damn correct he was in more ways than one. Yes, I miss those breakfasts in the quiet pre-dawn hours. Mimmy fussing I was up too early, him checking I had my pocket knife, a bandana. He let me drink coffee despite Mim's protests. "He's going to do a man's work, he can have a man's drink." Oh yeah, really do miss them and our time.