This was my grandmother Michener's rocker. It is one of the oldest yet most comfortable pieces of furniture in my house. And I love how it looks. The worn wood where her hands must have rested time after time, year after year -rocking, thinking, visiting, worrying, praying. It's a wonderful connection when my hands fit just where hers must have- and we rock together.Thursday, December 17, 2009
Day 15
This was my grandmother Michener's rocker. It is one of the oldest yet most comfortable pieces of furniture in my house. And I love how it looks. The worn wood where her hands must have rested time after time, year after year -rocking, thinking, visiting, worrying, praying. It's a wonderful connection when my hands fit just where hers must have- and we rock together.
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