Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Grandpa's chair

When I remember my Grandpa L, I can't help but think of his chair.  As long as I could remember, Grandpa had his chair.  During the day, you could find him sitting in his chair reading or visiting with people who dropped in.  In the evening, he was watching the Blackhawks or the local news.  You could always find him in his chair.

The chair matched the long sofa.  It was 60s brown -- the old carpet looking material popular during the time -- and had a rusted look to it.  It was worn along the arms where Grandpa rubbed his hand back and forth while thinking.

I would climb up onto his chair, sit on one of the arms, and sit with him.  He smelled of aftershave, fresh dirt (from gardening) and Listerine.  Grandpa would involve me in whatever he was doing and I could have sat there forever.


  1. He was 70 in that picture, I think, so it would be 1984. That looks like the family history book your mom made for him that year.

    He was a good man, one of the best.

  2. prairienymph28/10/2010, 15:09

    He used to take time to talk with me about horses. I loved him for that!


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