My Grandfather Lee [Weaver], born in 1893, had a child sized rocking chair; my grandmother also had a child sized rocking chair (with that much in common, no wonder they married). As a child, my brother, my two cousins, and I all had time in the rockers. Since Grandpa and Grandma each had a chair, and their two daughters each had two sons, the squabbles were limited to when the 4 of us were together.
At the time my grandmother decided to sell the family home in Detroit and move into an apartment near my aunt, the chairs that had been kept from each of their childhoods were not going to make the cut to go to the apartment. Each of her daughters got a chair – my aunt got Grandma’s and my mother got Grandpa’s.
My daughter rocked in it at her grandparents and each of my four grandchildren have discovered the joy of a rocking chair either at my parents’ home or here at my house after my father’s passing and my inheriting this family heirloom.