My great Grandfather made this chair for my Grandfather when he was a little boy. All my life it has been in the corner of his bathroom with his boots setting on it.
When I was little I always wanted to set on it. He would say if I could move it could use it. I have this memory of grabbing it from behind and wrestling it to the living room. At the time it went to my chest.... now it goes to my knee.
When he passed away all the grand children were ask to pick one thing of his to keep. This chair is what I picked. Every one else picked the things they thought were worth the most money. I chose wisely and now they all want my chair.
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