Do you ever see something, an object that is fairly common, but it reminds you of earlier times? That is what I think every time I see one of these old metal chairs. My grandmother, we called her Big Mama, had chairs like this in her yard. When we were small kids we would go visit at least once a week, and Big Mama, Papa and Mama would sit and rock while the three of us kids ran and played in the yard. I can still see them sitting there each time I see one of these chairs.
I just found this great old metal chair at a yard sale in West Virginia a few weeks ago. I snapped it up for a mere ten bucks and promptly painted it red. Big Mama, Papa, and Mama are all gone now but every time I walk past this chair or sit in it to rock I think of them. I think it was a small price to pay for memories that special.
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