The Rocking Chair and Nana
By:Gen1900
On a quiet day of April, rain was pouring steadily down onto the metal roof which was once Old Nana’s home.
People dressed in black were downstairs bringing back fond memories of her.
“Oh, how she used that rocking chair! She knitted in it all the time,” said one niece of hers who was dressed in a silk frock.
Now let us go upstairs where the old antique rocking chair stood in Nana’s bedroom. You must think that furniture couldn’t come talk hmm? Well furniture comes to life if it is loved so much.
The rocking chair whose name was Andrea rocked back and forth as it should do. Nana’s prized possession produced a heavy sigh.
“I miss you so much, Nana,” said Andrea looking mournfully off into the distance. She just had remembered how Nana kept her company, especially on lonely winter evenings. Earlier in the morning to late at night, the old lady knitted, sitting on her silently.
“It felt nice to be loved,” thought Andrea with tears spilling onto her cushions.
Suddenly a ball of yarn asked, “Oh, what is wrong, my pal?”
The rocking chair exclaimed with sadness, “I miss my Nana! She used to use me a lot.”
The yarn which was named Knit said, “You’ll see her one day maybe….at least I hope I will.”
Andrea yelled rocking back and forth violently, “You do not understand a chair like me doesn’t go to heaven! ONLY PEOPLE DO and you won’t go either!”
The ball of yarn shed a little fluffy tear and whispered sorrowfully, “I never thought of that.”
Andrea said with compassion, “Please I did not mean to hurt you. It’s just that you and me might never go to a home…probably storage! Do you know what that means? We will never talk again or have love.”
Knit said again more quietly this time, “I never thought of that.”
Meanwhile downstairs Nana’s niece Elizabeth said to all present, “It is time to read Nana’s will.” She pulled the document out of a neat blue folder and read aloud, “The stocks of twenty-five thousand dollars will go to Ben, my dearly beloved son.”
Ben smiled with pride and pushed his black hair back.
Lastly, after all the money was given, Elizabeth read the remaining sentence of the will.
“Since I loved my rocking chair and my yarn I kindly give them to the Sewing Circle of Milwaukee.”
After it was read, Elizabeth marched upstairs to grab the yarn. The men lifted the rocking chair to the bottom of the steep steps.
“Something in my heart tells me I will be loved again,” thought Andrea.
The next day old ladies knitted with the ball, Knit and one lady sat in the rocking chair happily.
At the Sewing Circle, Andrea lived another 56 years with the chatty women before she went to storage.
Knit was a sweater and dearly loved by a twelve year old boy.
Andrea was hidden among boxes but she was not sad for she fulfilled her purpose.
And Knit did so as well.
They brought joy to people around them.
Short Stories
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There is something mysterious and special about furniture and elderly people.
Very happy with where you go in your stories.
I am glad you like my work. And yes, I agree about the special attachment between furniture and older people. For example my Great-great grandmother had this necklace from Paris. She loved it so much. After she died, her daughter(a.k.a. my Grandma) gave it to me. It adore it so very much.
* I adore it not it adore* sorry about that oops lol