When I was 9, we moved to my grandparents house. They actually moved out, we (“we” being my parents) bought the house from them and we moved in….but when you’re 9, you just say, “we moved to grandma’s house.” When grandma and grandpa moved out, they left this rocking chair behind.
I love this rocking chair. When we inherited it, it didn’t exactly look like this. It looked more like this:
Ignore my cute little brother in the front…he was a clown for Halloween; check out the rocking chair in the background. It was bright red when we inherited it and it had definitely seen better days. But I loved it because it reminded my of grandma. Grandma rocked all of her babies in it (she had 5) and all of her grandbabies in it (she had 11). This rocking chair is old and had the perfect, soothing creak. I’m pretty sure that Grandma bought it at a garage sale, so who knows how old it really is.
Several years after we inherited it, my mom had it reupholstered and fixed up a bit. So it got new fabric and it’s lost a bit of it’s creak. But it still holds all of the history and memories.
Now the rocking chair is sitting in our nursery, just waiting to be used again. Someday, I will rock my baby in it. Three generations of babies, one rocking chair. LOVE IT.
P.S.-Since I posted a picture of my brother when he was a kid, I’ll keep things all even and post a picture of myself as a kid too. This is from Halloween that same year…
P.P.S- my other Grandma made both of our Halloween costumes…Grandmas are awesome aren’t they?