A Grandmother's Rocker

This was a Grandmother's Rocker, a rocker that sat on a Texas porch.

Creaking as it swayed, wobbling as it is rickety- in the soft, sunny and humid days of

a steamy Texas afternoon.

I found this treasure at Angels Attic, a mission store that our Church operates in our community.

I volunteer here a few times a month, in the Furniture Hospital, and on this particular morning I was

greeted with an extra dose of cheerfulness.


"Good Morning," various volunteers chortled as I walked to the back of the store.

"Something great, just came in and you are going to love it."

And I did the very moment I saw it.

My volunteer friends know me well, I am becoming known as the "Stuff Collector."

You know how some people are known as the crazy cat lady.

You get the picture....

Anyway, whenever you spend a few hours or a day volunteering , you are sure to enjoy the

fellowship from the various personalities of the ladies who work here.

Always a tale to share, mixed together with merry laughter, and always a positive attitude.

So you see, Angels Attic is a service not to just the community but to it's volunteers as well.

It seems as though I rarely leave, without a treasure, last July I found this Wicker Suitcase,

at Angels Attic.

I am leaving this rocker just as worn, just as chippy, just as is,

well except for tightening some bolts, because, well it is perfect "sold as is."



xoxo


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