Late one summer afternoon I was standing in the front yard of the house where we were living with Grandmother and Granddaddy Jones, on a place near Chipley. I was standing off to one side of the house. The sun had started to sink behind the tall pine trees, and their long shadows fell across the yard.
A pedlar driving an old truck loaded with home-made chairs turned into the yard and honked his horn. Stepping down from the cab, he began to loosen the ropes that held the chairs in place. By that time Grandmother had come out of the house, and the man explained the purpose of his visit. Grandmother walked on over to the truck, and spent a few minutes inspecting the chairs and asking questions.
Eventually the pedlar set a small red rocking chair down upon the ground. Grandmother gave him some money, and he left. As he drove off down the road she brought the little rocking chair over to me and said, "Set in this and see how you like it."
That incident took place in the summer of 1938, when I was about four years old.
How sweet! Do you still have the little red rocker?
ReplyDeleteThat is so strange, I don't remember that! And, I thought I knew almost everything about you.
ReplyDeleteLove, Louise