Our family is not always close or connected, emotionally or geographically. Sometimes it takes me by surprise that there are other people who know the characters in my mother's stories. So this picture has a lot of power for me.
Here is Cho a few months later in the red rocking chair that was mine as a child.
1 comment:
love it. And I love the history of the 1st chair.
The chair we rock W in is the chair I was rocked in by 3 generations of women- it makes you wonder about the memory of an object.
(happy to see you blog again!)
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