July 30, 2018
Tell us about your favorite piece of furniture. Does it have a story behind it?
It’s a simple rocking chair. Plain wood, no fancy carvings, with a few dents and bruises. Right now, I don’t even own any cushions to soften the seat. I’m not sure I’d call in my favorite piece of furniture, but it’s close.
But it has a story. You see, this is the chair my parents bought for me when I got pregnant for the first time. I won’t tell you how many years ago that was. That was pre-internet shopping, and I think it was ordered from Sear, Roebuck and Company through their catalog. Or possibly Montgomery Wards. I’ll wait while you young ones go google that. I lived over 1000 miles from them, and that was the best way to get it to me.
There was a lot of rocking done in the chair after my daughter was born. The little dog we had at the time liked it, too. You can’t see it in the picture, but there’s a spot on the back rocker where he ate the wood away while he was teething. I’ve never tried to fix it.
When we moved even farther west, the chair made the trip with us. When my son was born, it was there to rock him, too. (Although he preferred our couch when he was tiny. I think he liked the feel of the rough fabric.)
Eventually, we made the move back from the west coast to the east coast. And yes, the chair moved with us. It didn’t get sat in as much as the kids grew up, but I had no desire to get rid of it. Eventually, we made the move from Florida back to Wyoming and to my dismay, the chair didn’t fit in the moving truck. So it stayed in Florida with my daughter, with the plan that she’d ship it to me when she could. But that didn’t happen for ten years.
There came a time when she left Florida and came to live with us. The chair came with her. Now she’s elsewhere with her husband and two children, but the chair stayed with me. I don’t use it very often, but it’s a good, solid chair that will likely outlast me.
Do you have a favorite piece of furniture? Feel free to share in the comments.
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