Friday, June 5, 2015
I was just sitting here, reading for my family psychology class and noticed that I had set my Nana's grandfather clock, and rocking chair right by each other in the loft. It was not intentional, but surprising, I have carried this clock, that doesn't work and hasnt for years to 3 houses. I officially am grateful for antiques that come from my nana. Every time I see it I think of her.
The rocking chair, no one sits on and is falling apart. I remember, vividly, as a kid Nana telling us not to rock on it because it would collapse and I would rock and it would collapse. I am a little afraid of the chair, still after all these years, but yet I have it sitting near my office. I don't know how or where she acquired these but, I know they both have stories to tell.
Neither is my favorite style,but I love them because they are mine.
lovin life by kary hoopes