Rocking Back to the Past ~ Five Photos/Five Stories 5

 

 

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When my Mom was five years old, her father built this rocking chair; it was the year of 1926. Freshly painted bright white with animal decals were the final touches. I can only imagine the expression on her little face when “Daddy” presented this to her. It has traveled from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where Mom was born, far west to the sunny state of California. All of her daughters in their youth (my sisters and I) have shared the joy of this piece of history.

This priceless heirloom has lived in my sister’s homes for their children to use and appreciate. Then when our son and daughter were born, the charm of this gift touched them, as well. Over the years and more often than not, the thought of refinishing this mini rocker had drifted in and out of our minds. Although for some reason, it never happened. Β Maybe we were afraid of erasing history. Nonetheless, it will remain as you see it in this photo and our hope is that in the far future our grandchildren will have the chance to rock too.

Sometimes memories are all we have of years gone by, at times photographs evoke past moments spent, and now and then, a piece of handcrafted furniture takes us back to people we love and have lost. It’s been over three years now. We miss you, Mom. β™₯

I’d like to thank Jean at https://socialbridge.wordpress.com/Β for tagging me in this fun photo challenge.

Here are the rules for the β€œFiveΒ Photos Five Stories” challenge:Β β€œPost a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for theΒ challenge.

For my fifth and final nomination, I am tagging Michelle atΒ http://michelleclementsjames.com/ (Book Chat) and I look forward to her contributions if she can find the time in between her wonderful book reviews.

Lauren Scott Β© 2015

Judgment

I lost my head in the clouds
idling somewhere unknown
My heart almost fell too
but I caught it just in time

Reflexes have improved
but there’s no other option
If sanity serves to stand a chance
they certainly can’t worsen

I wonder about my mind
why I had no control
and how it felt detached
acting on its own

It’s crazy how it perceives
only what it chooses
but sometimes that can be
the cause of me losing

I dare to say my world is fine
and the big sky is still clear
No stormy weather predicted
and my vision no longer obscure

Lauren Scott Β© 2015
(Currently fiction but can you relate?)

Awakening

She rose with languid movements
and when the sun greeted her
through billowing curtains
she recalled the dream
that rocked her through the night,
a dream that didn’t become
broken pieces of wishes,
a dream that remained,
sensations that were felt,
yet confusion ran through her veins
even though vivid images played
again and again in her mind,
images that were whole
and so she wondered

Lauren Scott Β© 2015