I am sad to see the chair go. My most vivid childhood memory is of Dad rocking me in that chair singing the Three Fishes song after I had had a nightmare. It was such a comfortable chair and we sure got a lot of use out of it!
I think the Christmas when I realized there wasn't a Santa Clause was when I wrote a note asking for a car and Santa wrote me a note back saying that it wouldn't be possible. I recognized Dad's handwriting, so I figured it out, but I still tried to believe after that just because it was fun!
Holly
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