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Story Telling Monday

on March 17, 2014
Grandma Flannigan's Chair

Grandma Flannigan’s Chair

Hello Friends!

Welcome to Story Telling Monday.  I apologize for not posting during the week.  It’s been very busy at my house.  A friend of mine from college is visiting and looking for a job in Houston, so we have been talking about old times and catching up.  I would love to share some of our stories, though funny and amusing, they are coming of age stories and not for the general public!  Instead I will share the story of how I got this chair.

This is my great-grandmother’s chair.  It used to have rockers and it was perfect for her height.  (not sure what that was, but she was a petite woman in stature).  She passed away when I was about 7 and I remember her vividly.  I can see her face, her glasses, and I remember that SHE got to sit in Daddy’s chair when she visited.  My brother and I were the only children she let jump on her feather bed.  She was the mother of 12 children, my grandmother being one of the youngest.  She traveled with a bottle of whiskey and her pistol, which she kept under her pillow.

She gave my mother some advice when my brother was born.  “Spoil your children.  You only have them for 18 years and then they move away.  Teach them right from wrong and to respect others property, but if they want to wear their new shoes to bed, let them.”

The chair was passed to my grandmother.  My grandfather hung his ties, belts, and jackets on the chair which sat beside their bed.  When I visited, that is where I sat waiting for my grandfather to get ready; it was just my size.  He said it was MY chair.  I grew up thinking it really was my chair that my grandfather was using.  As I grew older I learned that it belonged to my maternal great-grandmother.

When my grandparents passed, I was asked if there was anything of theirs that I wanted.  I asked for three things.  A music box, my dishes my grandmother had saved for me, and this chair.  It’s made of pine and not really that well constructed, but it’s lasted this long and now we use it for clothes headed to the dry cleaners.

I do not know if Grandma Flannagan quilted, but her daughters are the ones who made the quilts I grew up with.

Hope you have enjoyed this tale and hope to write about photos on fabric for my Technique Tuesday blog.

Happy Quilting!  Mary


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