This was a Grandmother’s Rocker, a rocker that sat on a Texas porch.
Creaking as it swayed, wobbling as it is rickety- in the soft, sunny and humid days of
a steamy Texas afternoon.
I found this treasure at Angels Attic, a mission store that our Church operates in our community.
I volunteer here a few times a month, in the Furniture Hospital, and on this particular morning I was
greeted with an extra dose of cheerfulness.
“Good Morning,” various volunteers chortled as I walked to the back of the store.
“Something great, just came in and you are going to love it.”
And I did the very moment I saw it.
My volunteer friends know me well, I am becoming known as the “Stuff Collector.”
You know how some people are known as the crazy cat lady.
You get the picture….
Anyway, whenever you spend a few hours or a day volunteering , you are sure to enjoy the
fellowship from the various personalities of the ladies who work here.
Always a tale to share, mixed together with merry laughter, and always a positive attitude.
So you see, Angels Attic is a service not to just the community but to it’s volunteers as well.
It seems as though I rarely leave, without a treasure, last July I found this Wicker Suitcase,
at Angels Attic.
I am leaving this rocker just as worn, just as chippy, just as is,
well except for tightening some bolts, because, well it is perfect “sold as is.”
Please Join Me~