Place: 9401 Kerwood Drive and 226th Street
As far as decor I have nostaglic leanings. I’m drawn to decorating in rustic and primitive styles. Was my decorating taste influenced by all those books I read as child that were rooted in the past…Little House on the Prairie…Childhood Biographies of Famous Americans…Island of the Blue Dolphins…Caddie Woodlawn? The rustic style certainly didn’t come from my mother’s influence. She decorated with a modern urban flair during the fifties and sixties. Furniture in our house had a space-age feel. One of the pieces I remember so well was the orange chair that survived decades of moves. Bright orange chair. A recliner. Far from a Lazy Boy though. It didn’t begin as orange but a dark conservative color. When my parents moved from their first apartment to their first house my mother had the chair reupholstered. Bright orange. It was the focal point of the living room and it pointed to the television. Every evening my mother would relax in the orange recliner. In a way the orange chair was like a kitchen table where family gathered round. The orange chair was the safe place for a three- year-old me to hold her newborn brother and have a photograph snapped. Another memory is coming home from school one day and seeing my mom sitting in the orange chair crafting items for a Holiday Bazaar. In the evenings my brother and I would stretch out on the floor beside the orange chair and watch Donna Reed or Leave It To Beaver or Bonanza. It was at the foot of this recliner that mom taught us to play Canasta, Monopoly, and Yahtzee. Those countless evenings of playing taught my brother and I how to play fair, take turns, how to win and lose, and how to have fun. Life skills at the foot of the bright orange chair. Many years later my mom had to move back to an apartment. There wasn’t room for the orange chair so my aunt inherited it. Time marches on and I’m not sure what my aunt did with the orange chair when she had to move to an apartment. Many memories sat on that orange chair.