Sunday, June 9, 2013
There's Something About a Rocking Chair
Every time I see a rocking chair, I think of people sitting on porches, mothers rocking their children, home, friends, comfort. Even more modern rocking chairs can do the trick. I'm not sure why. We didn't even have a rocking chair when I was growing up, but...the chair sets the tone, I think. I love looking at them. And I'd love to have the kind of porch where a rocking chair would look right (actually, I'd just love to have a porch of any kind).
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My Mother has the most beautiful padded rocking chair that my Father bought for her to nurse babies in. It would be about 60 years old now.
We didn't have any rockers at our house, but we did have lawn chairs out on our covered-in porch. It was a small porch that had room for let's say four chairs to the side of the entry door. The three wooden white railings had Dutchman's Pipe vines growing up them - right up to the roof of the porch. It made for a very cool porch in the summertime, with only the person closest to the chair able to see "out". When I was a kid, I used to play Monopoly or Careers (always by myself) out on that porch, sometimes with a popsicle or freezie. Funny how my fondest childhood memories are when I entertained myself, as I also enjoyed playing school in the garage with my blackboard, pretending to be a teacher working on math problems; I high jumped a "yogi" (a bunch of elastics tied together and wound round our tree on one end and a telephone pole on the other); and I biked on our street many times.
Mary, that sounds like a wonderful heirloom!
Elaine, I love those kinds of memories! I also played at being a teacher by myself (long before I could read and many years before I actually became a teacher). Grabbing a pile of books and paper and playing at reading and writing was one of my favorite ways to start a summer day.
Yes. Later on, you could find me on a beach towel or blanket in our backyard, always reading a book. My maiden name was Mabee/Maybee, and I used to hear, "Mabee, Mabee, wash your face in gravy" because I had such a dark tan (long before sunscreen). Once I started working in an office at 16, I lost that tan right away (and don't miss it!).
I was also called Lucille, as in Lucille Ball, or Carrot Top, long before "Carrot Top" became a famous comedian, as my hair was red. It turned to brown at 8, had a crown of white at 16 (that I either pulled or cut out continually), and had white/grey everywhere else beginning at 32. It barely has brown in it now at 54, but at least it came in evenly. My 25-year-old daughter has beautiful long dark red hair that most think comes from a bottle. The Cancer Society was thrilled to get 16" of her hair a couple of years ago, and she's letting it grow again for them now.
I'm always amazed how seeing one of your blogs reminds me of something else (somewhat related), and then I get off on a tangent about something else. Sorry about that!
Elaine, no need to apologize. I love reading your comments. They're always so interesting.
Your daughter sounds like an amazing person. It takes so long to grow hair long enough to be able to donate it. And then to do it again? That's wonderful.
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