I love rocking chairs, always have. Not new ones mind you but rather old ones that have been used and loved by someone who has gone on before me. There is one rocking chair in particular that sits in our home that I love above all others. I have known this rocker ever since I was born and I imagine I was rocked in it as a baby. It was my grandma Beau and grandpa Frank’s rocker and it became mine when my grandma passed away.
I am well aware of course that the rocker is in reality just a chair, however to me it is so much more than just a piece of furniture and a place to sit and rest. It holds countless precious memories and when I look at it I can’t help but remember something sweet and it always makes me smile. I can still see both my grandparents, one on the sofa one sitting in the rocker, playfully bickering back and forth the way old happily married couples do. It was the chair my grandpa and then after him, my uncle would sit in each year to hand out the gifts that Santa had magically brought after we had finished eating the huge Christmas feast grandma had been working days to prepare. When grandpa got to sick to drive it was the rocker he would sit in by the picture window and watch for my mom to pull in the driveway with us three girls in tow to keep him company while grandma was at work. Where grandma would sit and eat her Hershey chocolate when I stayed overnight and we would stay up late watching old movies. It’s the chair grandma sat in when we gave her the last gift grandpa had bought for her but wasn’t able to give to her before he passed away. It was the rocker I sat and cried in when my heart was broken and grandma consoled me making things all better. Where we sat in the hot summer months to escape the heat and rest after doing yard work. We have many old photos that document the rockers life, including one taken on my grandparents 40th wedding anniversary. There was not one single moment spent at grandma’s or a holiday that she hosted for her family that the rocker was not a part of. Come to think of it most of the people who I have loved at one time or another sat in that rocker.
There were many pieces of furniture in my grandparents home that were always there, but for some reason I connected to the rocker. It is old, but it isn’t an antique and to me it is priceless but it isn’t valuable. Like everything else in life, time has taken a bit of a toll on the rocker. Jackie had to make a few repairs to the rungs and the paint has worn off the arms where your hands rest, which I love that most of all because the hands of everyone who has ever sat in that old rocker have rested on those very armrests. Every day when I sit in the rocker I am mindful of its past, but there are days when I will sit in the rocker seeking the comfort of the people who have sat in it, most of all my grandma Beau who will have a special place in my heart that no one else will ever be able to fill. I think that each of us has something that connects us to our past and we like to keep it close, to feel it, smell it, because it reminds us of the sweetness of a simpler time and what is right in the world. It keeps us mindful of who we are and where we came from. My rocker has seen much laughter and many tears and it will forever be a part of my life. I don’t know who will be blessed enough to get the rocker after I no longer am here, but it is my sincerest hope that whoever does will cherish the old girl the way I do and pass along her story.
Until we meet here again, I pray God bless you and keep your loved ones safe.