This is a picture of my Dad’s chair. We all call it my Dad’s chair because he really wanted a “good chair” to sit in and he picked it out. I can’t remember when the purchase was made, but I think it was after I left home in 1991. In this photo, my son is 2 years old so it must be 1995.
Here’s a picture of my Dad actually sitting in the chair in 1997. That’s my daughter in the front when she was only about 15 months old. My son is on the foot stool.
Unlike Archie Bunker who wouldn’t allow anyone else to sit in his chair, my Dad has always been very generous with sharing his chair. I know it’s his favorite place to sit, but when we are all around, he leaves it open and lets us take turns with it. We always feel a sense of victory if we score the chair, but no one is ever competitive about it. We are more the types who will just quietly slip in the chair when it’s available and silently pat ourselves on the back for it. My brother was just waving to be silly in this photo (circa 2000) and not really gloating over the chair. That’s me off to the right on the couch – probably wishing I was sitting in the comfy chair.
Amazingly, the chair is still alive and kicking. The leather has worn down in some areas, but it’s still as comfortable as ever. Here’s a 2009 photo of my husband getting a rare turn in the chair while we were visiting my parents in New Mexico.
We have never owned a chair like this – one that everyone longs to sit in. I think this needs to be on my list of things to accomplish in the next few years. I would love to have a chair like this one!
Do you have memories of a beloved piece of furniture? It’s worth documenting. This may seem like a trivial matter, but when I gathered these photos I realized I have at least 18 years of memories of this chair and a lot of them are associated with my Dad and one of my brothers. It’s a piece of our family history. These are the types of things I love to document on a Memory Monday.