My Granddaddy’s Chair
For those of you unaware of my one emotional attachment….It is to chairs of those I love! When my great-granddaddy Russell died, I pleaded with my Grandma to let me have this rugged old chair. I remember sitting in it with Granddad and him telling stories from days gone by…Well, I decided it was silly to keep the actual chair when it was really not functional at all. Therefore, I broke down and threw the chair away, but not before I took a picture of Isaac sitting in it. I wish that he had known his Great-Great-Granddaddy, but he will only know him by the stories I tell of him. It’s not the greatest picture, but it is special to me…
