Grandpa's Chair - A Poem of Chilhood Memories
by John Hansen © 2014
Most memories elude me,
Grandpa died when I was four.
In fact he died the very day,
My sister was being born.
Fondly what I do recall
Is his piercing blue eyed stare,
And his room above the tool shed
With his favourite rocking chair.
When we went to visit,
While Grandma still lived there,
I'd ask to sleep in Grandpa's room,
And rock upon his chair.
There was no electricity,
Just lamps of kerosene.
But the room it was so cosy
And the atmosphere serene.
History has engulfed those times,
But one memory's still there.
Whenever I smell kerosene,
I rock in Grandpa's chair.
A Brief History of the Rocking Chair
Benjamin Franklin is often credited with having invented the rocking chair, however historians have actually traced the rocking chair's origins to North America during the early 18th century, when Franklin was still a child. They were originally used in gardens and were just ordinary chairs with rockers attached. In 1725 early rocking chairs first appeared in England. The production of wicker rocking chairs reached its peak in America during the middle of the 18th century. These wicker rockers became famous for their craftsmanship and creative designs.
President John F. Kennedy who suffered with chronic back problems, was prescribed swimming and the use of a rocking chair by his physician. The President so enjoyed the rocker that he even took his chair on Air Force One when he traveled around the country and the world. He bought additional rockers for Camp David and for the Kennedy estates; and he gave them as gifts to friends, family, and heads of state. (source: Wikipedia)
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