After listing the Bridge family rocking chair (it belonged to Mike’s great grandfather) on marketplace since last August, I finally got an interested buyer. It was picked up today and will find a new home in a solarium in someone’s cabin. I’m sorry to see it go, but I no longer have room for it and nobody else in the family wanted it. The story is…when we moved into Mike’s Grandma’s house back in 1972 while he was going to college, I found it on the screen porch - weathered and worn. I took it to our apartment, cleaned it up, oiled it, oiled it, oiled it - and it became a treasured piece of furniture. When we moved from there, it went to Mike’s parent’s attic for years until one day in the mid-90s, his Dad told me that I could take that ‘God Damned’ chair and Mike and I quickly loaded it into the back our pickup truck. It was a favored piece of furniture in our household until now.
I’m a firm believer that ‘things’ are not necessary in order to keep memories and I have been lightening my load of things for years. My stock of ‘things’ is greatly reduced to what I live with and use every day in my apartment and to a few bins of photos and trinkets.
