365:71 - Pop Pop's Chair

The other night, I accidentally took a fuzzy picture of this chair. Then I realized that a fuzzy picture of this particular chair is appropriate, so I took another.

This chair belonged to my grandfather, whom we called Pop Pop. He passed away when I was only seven, so my memories of him are rather fuzzy. I remember him sitting in this chair, though, and giving me the candy that I only got at my grandparents' house. I remember his smile and his strength and the thousands of freckles on his arms.

I love the stories about things he did before I was born - how he was a plumber and how he once brought a monkey home for the family to have as a pet. My favorite story is how he started to win my grandmother's heart by scooping her up and carrying her across a giant puddle--like a scene right out of a movie.

This recliner was in my grandparents' home and then in my parents' home, and now it's in our home. Besides the fact that it's a comfortable chair, I'm glad to have it because it reminds me of my family and of the great amount of love that's been passed down through the generations.

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