The Legacy of The Little Red Rocker

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timothysangel1973

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since 2001-12-03

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Never close enough

0 posted 2005-08-10 11:00 PM

When I was around a year old, back in the summer of 74 my Granpa bought me a little red rocker.  My mom says that I adored that thing, and would sit in it for hours pretending to read, or playing with a toy.  It grew up with me, and I sat in it until I could no more.Mom retired it, and put it away for me.

When I had my first child in 1993 she gave it back to me, and he sat in the rocker until around his 4th birthday or so, and we then passed it down to my second child which was born in 1996.  When she grew too big for it, I packed it away and actually forgot about it.  When I divorced my husband in 2000 I asked him could I get the rocker because I had left it behind, and he said NO because he knew what it meant to me.  Well, it really bothered me that I would never have it again, and at the time I was very angry about it.

Soon enough, other things took place of that worry, and I let it slide to the back of my mind.  Well, one day, soon after my husband and I were surprised by the news that we would be parents again, I went to get my other two children at their daddys house.  To my surprise, there in the back yard of his house broken, and in a pile of trash was the little red rocker of my past.  My husband got it and put it in the trunk of my car and we took it to my step-dad (the same one that made me the hope chest this year for my birthday) and he worked on it, and had it ready by Timberlea's First Christmas.

He gave it to her on with a little red bear that we dubbed Becca Bear.  I was so touched to have it back into my life.Well, it has been patiently waiting on it's next little passenger, and this weekend, little Timberlea crawled up into the chair for her first time and had her a rock.

I can't tell you what kind of flips my heart took when I seen the third and last extension of myself sitting there in that little red rocker that is 32 years old and still as strong and beautiful to me as it was when it was given to me so many years ago.  And that smile?  Well, that makes hanging onto that rocker even more beautiful.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

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Listening to every heart

1 posted 2005-08-11 07:01 PM

Did you see the Gibson movie, "The Patriot"? Your story reminded me of his attempts at making his own "rocking chair" and of the several flung by attempts in the corner where the rejects sat...waiting....

Tima? This is a beautiful story. Polish, and publish...

it is a tale worth telling of WHY we keep those treasures from our past - and why it is important to keep handing them down.

My bed is from 1900 - my husband's mother's parent's wedding bed.

Let no one wonder on "what" I dream...just let them know that keepsakes work...magic!

Alicat
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since 1999-05-23

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Coastal Texas

2 posted 2005-08-11 08:15 PM

Very beautiful and touching story, and I thank you for sharing it. The saying 'everything can be replaced' is a lie. The memories, the legacy, the heritage can never be replaced.

littlewing
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since 2003-03-02

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New York

3 posted 2005-08-11 11:05 PM

First, she looks 2 years old! OMG - she is beautiful!

Second, if I had a skillet in my hand when I saw that rocker . . . Oh, boy . . .

Third, you are blessed with your new family and that makes me so very happy.

*smile*

garysgirl