tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post414476215444654781..comments2024-03-28T10:41:36.403-07:00Comments on STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: The Big Brown ChairSherry Blue Skyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-66259301656306469712010-11-10T18:39:22.996-08:002010-11-10T18:39:22.996-08:00Funny how many of us have chair memories! Mine was...Funny how many of us have chair memories! Mine was a big blue corduroy chair with wide, square arms. I put a board across it to do homework on during the week, and curled deep into it to read on the weekends until my mum nagged me to get my nose out of the book and go outside, for goodness sake! I loved that chair...thanks for sharing your memory so we can relive ours...:)Lynette Killamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13747902602019771481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-83130756444060105222010-11-08T08:48:43.487-08:002010-11-08T08:48:43.487-08:00Things do get steeped in our memories, don't t...Things do get steeped in our memories, don't they? We had a big cushioned chair when I was growing up that rocked and could spin in circles. It was big enough that my Mom, my sister, and I could all sit in it while Mom read us a story. It was a place for imagination and solace and shelter and entertainment. It was hideously ugly, now that I think back on it—1960's burnt orange—but my sister and I both cried as teenagers when my parents got rid of it. They commented that it had almost become one of the family. <br /><br />Thanks for sharing this story and your memories!Stacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08297253093260251145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-61448581611692376272010-11-07T16:33:59.365-08:002010-11-07T16:33:59.365-08:00Beautiful memories of the past hold on to old,gold...Beautiful memories of the past hold on to old,gold things of our life from the house of our grand-parents,used sofa,almoir,albums..etc..<br />well writtenUma Anandanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11529447615364043190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-18836545819170035262010-11-07T14:51:59.445-08:002010-11-07T14:51:59.445-08:00This is a lovely story about the chair, but beyond...This is a lovely story about the chair, but beyond that...the memories it stored. Glad you still have those, though the old chair is gone.<br /><br />I'm glad you stopped by my blog and I'm glad I'm visiting yours. Nice to meet you.Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-77271205226705463042010-11-07T12:27:30.281-08:002010-11-07T12:27:30.281-08:00In BC, a while back the premier made a big splash ...In BC, a while back the premier made a big splash buying some very high-tech "Fastcat" ferries to travel between here and the mainland. They were supposed to save ten minutes off the travel time, or somesuch nonsense. The old ones have big comfy seats where one can relax. The new ones are full of shiny chrome, enough to give one a headache and the seats were thin, tiny and so close to each other it was unbearable. PLUS they kept breaking down and finally had to be scrapped. Meanwhile, the "old" ferries trudge faithfully back and forth with no problem:)Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-78042899548960158382010-11-07T08:19:16.563-08:002010-11-07T08:19:16.563-08:00Old and ancient chairs do have a vaguely superior ...Old and ancient chairs do have a vaguely superior air about them :)<br /><br />They become places of refuge, where one can safely curl up with a book Sunday afternoons but the chair that I remember, Sherry, huge wooden armchairs in a first class waiting room in a big railroad station, with extra large arms on which one could comfortably perch the tired legs ... unfortunately these have long been retired now with modern hitech coming in ..Soumyenduhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02586465804913627495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-7991192987871667982010-11-07T08:17:26.656-08:002010-11-07T08:17:26.656-08:00I know exactly what you mean.......I even remember...I know exactly what you mean.......I even remember when they used Brylcream:)Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-78911253230188559242010-11-07T07:02:00.922-08:002010-11-07T07:02:00.922-08:00When I was a teenager, I absorbed my father's ...When I was a teenager, I absorbed my father's old easy chair from the den and put it in my room. It had definitely seen better days, and my mother kept pestering me to let her throw it out, but I wouldn't until I moved out. That was my Daddy's chair, with a grease spot where his Brylcreamed head used to be when he sat there doing his crossword puzzles. It was probably gross, but i found that chair comforting, especially after my father left.Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.com