It all started with my grandfather's chair.
My grandfather, unbeknownst to me, kept two chairs like the one
below, in storage for his life time.
They belonged to his mother or his grandmother.
(not quite sure of the story)
He came from very humble beginnings.
He worked and sacrificed for his education and made a good life for
Here he is with my grandmother probably in the 1930's or 40's
and when she passed away I became the privileged care taker.
I loved both chairs because my grandfather loved them. It pleased
me to know he was just as sentimental about family "things" as I am.
Unfortunately they were both in disrepair. Spindles were missing,
the legs where loose and old supports for the chair were weak.
One year my sweet husband took the chairs to his shop,
made new spindles, fixed the supports and legs, and lovingly
rubbed them with tongue oil. One sits in our living room next to a
desk that belonged to my grandparents..
(the first piece of furniture they bought).
The other chair was tucked away in a spare room until this
Thanks Giving when I found a place for it in our hallway.
But it looked so lonely there..something was missing.
I needed to make a pillow!
The adventure began....
First a pattern was chosen.
The fun of stitching ...
stay in our home.
How grateful I am to have a piece of my grandfather's heritage.