The Rocking Chair

The old picture was packed away in a box with hundreds of other pictures of times long forgotten, of faces long faded. This one was unmistakable however. Rick, my husband, sat 'reading' in his rocking chair, the same chair which sits next to our fireplace today. The picture was more than sixty years old.

This little chair was a gift to Rick from his grandfather Smith. 

Grandfather and grandson had a great relationship, Rick being the only grandchild living in Newfoundland at that time. 

This chair lived with us for decades but was stored in our shed. It made the trek from Grand Falls-Windsor to Summerside and after Sylvie, our granddaughter was born, it found a place in the living room. Sylvie loved to play with it, rocking with her toys or 'reading' too.

Then along came Caitlin. She didn't want anything to do with the chair until recently. She loves to sit in it now and rock, sometimes singing a Caitlin song, or just rocking with a friend.

The girls go home but the old chair sits in its place of honor now, waiting.