One Hundred And One
Pauline sat in her favorite chair in front of the window. The chair was covered in chintz. It was a cheerful pattern with large pink blooms against a pale blue background.
She chuckled to herself as she thought about the day she and Bob brought the chair home.
They had been married for only a short time. Oh my, she sighed as she remembered the tiny sparsely furnished one bedroom apartment they shared. The kitchen was small with three cupboards, an icebox, and a stove. There was just enough room in the corner for a small dining table with a chair on either end.
They had a second-hand sofa which filled up much of 8 x 10 living room.
The chair had been left out by the curb. They were out for a stroll when she spotted it.
“Oh, Bob!” she exclaimed. “It’s perfect. It’ll fit right in front of the window.”
The two of them must have been a sight, she holding one arm he the other as they lugged the chair the two blocks to their apartment.
Over the years the chair had been covered and recovered at least a dozen times.
This last time Donna had helped her pick out the fabric and helped her sew it. Well, truth be known, Donna did much of the sewing.
Pauline heard a car door slam, bringing her back from her reverie.
She looked up and watched out the window as Donna came up the walk.
Donna was carrying two big balloons and a cake box.
One of the balloons had “Happy Birthday Mom” the other “One Hundred and One”.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteTreasure treasured... YAM xx
I suppose we all have a favorite chair :)
DeleteWow, that's a life. Perfect snippet for today.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I often wonder what it must be like to live such a life.
DeleteSuch a sweet story! I love the chair.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paula!
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