Bragging rights...

I've had my dad's high chair ever since my mom moved from Lubbock down to the Houston area to live near us. Dad passed back in '02 while we were overseas. Mom, little by little, went through the entire household, culling the contents, calling to ask, "Do you or Mike want (item)?" We moved back to Texas in late 2005 and soon after started our "Campaign" to get her to relocate after 48 years in the same city. We didn't have to campaign very hard as she had a contract on house to be built by June 2006.

So more "culling" was called for. I debated about whether or not to keep Dad's high chair. All my kids were grown, and while I had grandchildren, the high chair had several layers of paint on it and I wasn't even sure what wood it was constructed from! But last autumn, when I had a restorer out for something else, I asked him about it. I found out it was made from maple. And that it was in very good shape given it's age and use. And that I could afford to have it restored.

Several weeks ago, Rick brought it back to me and I was in awe of how beautiful it was! He took it right back to the bare wood, stained it a dark oak color to be close to the color of my Welsh sideboard and then put protective finish over it all. It's just plain gorgeous!

So in all its glory, I present my lovely "old" high chair. Ca. 1929.