I love this chair. It has so many wonderful memories attached to it…<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n My Grandfather always retired to it in the evenings, after dinner, to smoke his pipe…I always got to sit on his lap and we would play a game where I would touch his mustache, and he would try to bite (gently, of course) my finger…<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Both my Grandparents died in 1980…my Grandfather was lost after my Grandmother died, and I believe on the day she died, he gave up living…<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I miss them both terribly…<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n To this day, the chair still rocks in the evening…not every evening, but every once in a while…and it doesn’t rock as though there is someone sitting in it rocking…but, very gently…softly…as though someone has just gotten up from it…<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The first time I saw it, it scared the hell out of me…but, I soon realized nothing was going to hurt me.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Now, I simply find comfort in it…and sometimes, if I close my eyes, I can still smell his pipe tobacco….<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n In my family room is an antique wicker rocking chair. It’s been in this particular spot for almost 50 years…before that, it was in my Grandparents home in Hastings… I love this chair. It has so many wonderful memories attached to it… My Grandfather always retired to it in the evenings, after dinner, to smoke […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":92,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"wds_primary_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-67","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/civatar.com\/suziqsthoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/civatar.com\/suziqsthoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/civatar.com\/suziqsthoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/civatar.com\/suziqsthoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/92"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/civatar.com\/suziqsthoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/civatar.com\/suziqsthoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/civatar.com\/suziqsthoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/civatar.com\/suziqsthoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/civatar.com\/suziqsthoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"https:\/\/civatar.com\/suziqsthoughts\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/11\/2023\/02\/rocker.jpg\")
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