Grandma's Chair

Years ago.
Like probably 20 years ago I got this chair for my sister. It was our Grandma Bessie's chair. And after she died it sat on the side of her house, rusting in the cold and snow.
Becky once mentioned that she'd love to have it. And Becky being just about my favorite person on the planet I made it my mission to get it. I asked Dad about it, but he said I'd have to talk to Wayne since he owned the house now. I have never been very familiar with Uncle Wayne--we weren't exactly friends. In fact he made me nervous. So calling Uncle Wayne was a frightening prospect. But it was for Becky. So, I did it.
Now, Uncle Wayne is a bit of a hoarder--or at least his wife is and when I asked if I could have the chair he said to me- It isn't worth anything. I told him I knew that, but I wanted it just the same. He gave me an I guess type of answer and that was all I needed. I hung up with him and in the ice and cold head to Front Street to Grandma's house. The chair was frozen in the ground and it was really difficult getting it out. In fact my memory is hazy, but I think I had to come back for Dad to help me. We got it out and I took it to Becky's house. She was so surprised! And then I left her with this frozen rusted chair! haha. It was white originally. But it was in pretty rough shape. I never knew what Beck did with it. I had forgotten about it quite honestly. This last weekend when we were together, she made me shut my eyes and she brought it out to surprise me. She refinished it! I was so excited to see it and to sit in Grandma's chair.