December 16, 2014

In my living room sits one of my favorite chairs…..a rocker that belonged to my Mom.  This rocker has a long history to it. My Grandfather Syme bought it for my Grandmother Syme (my mom’s mom) when they were first married and it was one of the pieces of new furniture they bought in their short married life. You see my grandmother died at the tender age of 22 years old, leaving behind my mom, who was only 18 months old. My mother was raised by her mother’s parents and family and my grandfather remarried.  There is more to this story but I won’t go into it at the moment. 

 

This rocker  doesn’t really match my living room and it has been reupholstered a couple of times but it has good bones to it. I remember as a child growing up, laying this rocker on its side so it could be part of the blanket tents that my brothers and sister would build.  Just a couple of weeks ago I found a picture in a scrapbook that my Mom had given me, a few years before she died, that has my Grandmother Buchanan (my dad’s mother)  rocking me at 2 weeks old in this old rocker.  It started me thinking that this rocker was probably one that my grandmother used to rock my mom as a baby before she died and I know that my mom rocked me and my siblings in it and now I hold and rock my own grandchildren in it.  It has been around for a long time.  It is my favorite place to curl up and read a book.  It holds such great memories for me.