This rocking chair that now sits in my guest room
was given to my Gramma by Joe, my Grampa.
I don’t know why we called him Joe, it wasn’t his name.
Anyway, he gave it to Gramma 95 years ago
when she was pregnant with her first child, my mother.
In this chair, she rocked her two children
and seven grandchildren.
It is no ordinary chair.
To me, it says LOVE.
In my family there are few things that would be called heirlooms. First, because we aren’t and never have been wealthy, so rarely if ever, do we have things of any great monetary value. Second, for the most part it seems there was not much emphasis on the sentimental value of things.
I am a bit sentimental though and have a few things I would find it difficult to part with if I had to. One of them is Gramma’s rocking chair.
Gramma got it when she was pregnant with my mother which makes the rocker 95 years old. There are lots of memories that come with this chair. I remember when staying with Gramma, every morning she would sit in the sunroom in her rocker and do her crossword puzzle and every afternoon she would be there crocheting.
When Gramma died the rocker went to my mother. I don’t remember Ma sitting in it but I know having it was very important and special to her. After my parents died the chair came to be mine. It is a treasured possession and I do sit in it on occasion, usually to pray.
The fabric has been changed a few times and I am contemplating having it recovered. As far as I know it has always been in an “old” looking fabric. But I am thinking of doing it in a bright bold contemporary floral. What do you think?