This blog post was inspired by Margaret.
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In a corner of our living room sits this Kennedy-style rocker.
It belonged to my mom and when she passed,
it became mine.
It had quite a dubious beginning back in 1960.
We didn't have a lot of money. Christmas presents were usually modest in price and mostly things we needed anyway with a toy or two thrown in because ......well, because it was Christmas. I think there were quite a few families just like ours. Practicality ruled the day.
In 1960, we moved into a brand new house that my father had a big part in building. For Christmas that year he bought my mom a rocker. But, not THIS rocker.
As the story goes, on Christmas Eve afternoon my dad drove into Philadelphia in his work truck to pick up the rocker. Coming home on the Schuylkill Expressway the original rocker flew out of the back of his truck and was smashed on the pavement. He turned right around at the next exit, went back to the store and bought a second rocker (which presumably he strapped down a little better because it made it under the Christmas tree).
I'm sure that put quite a dent in his wallet
and probably in his ego too.
But, I have a very fine rocker that is so comfortable to sit in.
The original blanket was wool in crazy shades of orange, brown and copper
that were so popular back then.
I replaced that with my cross stitched blanket many years ago.
Stephen's first teddy bear (Kerby*) sits there.
If I bribe him with enough cookies,
Giroux will sit there too.
*I really hesitate to show Kerby on the blog. He made an appearance a few years ago and some lady was quite put out and super annoyed when I would not sell him to her. Apparently, he is a collectors' item sold years and years ago by Avon.
Sorry, lady. If my house were burning down the first three things I would save would be Giroux, Kerby and my phone.
Sorry Steve, you're on your own on this one.