Yes, that's me sitting in my first Windsor rocker. My sister is next to me.
I happened to come across my little rocker yesterday in my mama's basement. It was tucked behind the stairs, dusty and covered with cobwebs. I had forgotten all about it. I am so grateful she hung onto it.
A few years later rocking and strumming away on my guitar.
I am amazed at how sturdy this rocker was made. It's still solid as a rock!
I am even more amazed I was able to sit my rump in at after almost 50 years and it didn't collapse.
But I'm about two chocolate chip cookies away from not being able to take that chance again.
((giggle))
Happy Monday!
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So cool that your Momma kept it! We need a photo of you sitting there strumming your guitar now! So, no chocolate cookies!!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, it must feel great to have it. We moved from Ohio when I was very young and some stuff didn't make the trip well...mostly my "little" stuff, so I am a tad envious. However, I did find a copy of my very first reading books..the ones in colors...so that made me almost as happy as this chair does you!
Afternoon Karin, oh how sweet you are in that Windsor rocker and lucky your mom kept it.....Love rockers, really any kind, I am a Rocker!!!!! Blessings Francine.
ReplyDeleteHow nice that your Mom kept your rocker. I still have mine too from when I was a child. Maybe one day I will have a grandchild to pass it on too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, guys! ♥
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful that your Mom hung onto your little rocker ~ those treasures always seem to mean the most.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy!
Prim Blessings
Robin
Nothing like a rocking chair and a front porch (hopefully) to put in on.
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