I can't believe the last time I posted was September 2009. The small rocking chair on the left is one that's been in our family for over a hundred years. My mother had it in her home and it was stuck away in a bedroom and broken in places. I traded her a brand new rocking chair I had in my house for it and after several hundred dollars in restoration, it's now sitting in my living room. And the best part is, it still has all the old squeeks! The restoration didn't ruin it. The rocking chair was originally purchased by my Great Grandfather Walter Kimzey. He was born in 1860 and died in 1936. Lots of my family members were rocked in this chair when they were babies and young children. I have a favorite memory of my Grandmother, Grace, rocking me in it.
When I was around five years old, I was staying with my grandparents and had been allowed to play with the little girl across the street. When my Grandpa, Bob Kimzey, came to get me, I refused to go home and instead I climbed on top of the little girl's bunkbed and got back in the corner where he couldn't reach me. Finally, after what must have been a long and embarrassing time for my Grandpa, I got down and started for home. On the way, Grandpa swatted my bottom a couple of times for being so disobedient. Though I certainly deserved it, and it didn't hurt anything but my feelings, I was shocked that my normally mild mannered Grandpa had spanked me. When we got back in the house, I was crying like my heart was broken and Grandma picked me up and rocked me in the old chair. While she rocked, she told me what a mean old man Grandpa was to have spanked me. Grandma was really ornery. I did feel guilty because I knew I'd deserved the spanking, but I sure enjoyed Grandma's sympathy
