the memory of a chair

February 19th, 2024

When I was 16, I got a chair for my birthday.

It was a little wicker chair from Pier 1. Nothing about it seems unusual to me now except that I asked for it. Who asks for a chair for their birthday? Perhaps I was trying to piece together a different kind of life than the one I had. My room was already too small for the furniture in it. You had to walk sideways to squeeze between the bed and bureau. Maybe I used that chair to hold clothes or homework. I can’t remember much about it, except that it was mine, and that mattered to me then.

I took the chair with me into all the places I lived over the next 20 years.  As those places got bigger, I’d tuck it into a corner, a closet or a spare room. The kind of room you never walked into. Over time, the little chair became not so much a chair as a sentiment, a feeling about the past. I never sat in it at all.

At some point along the way, I needed to move out of a big place and into a smaller one, a really smaller one, not much bigger than my bedroom was when I was 16. It was time to let go of everything—furniture, dishes, clothes, yard tools, rugs, books, the assemblage of a lifetime—and I did, ending with a garage sale one Saturday morning when I put the little wicker chair out on the lawn. No one seemed to notice.

Almost everything was gone by the time a fellow rode up on a bike. He bought the chair, marked down from $10 to $5 to $3. Then he rode off one-handed on his bicycle, carrying the chair over his back.

I was so happy. I was happy for the man, who didn’t have much. But mostly, I was happy for the chair, because I knew someone would soon be sitting in it. It would be a chair again, and not just the memory of a chair.

Photo by Asya Vee on Unsplash

4 Comments »

  1. I miss that little chair.

    Comment by Bill — February 19, 2024 @ 12:50 pm

  2. Your writing brings me to my knees. Every time.

    Comment by Kaigen — February 20, 2024 @ 1:08 pm

  3. I like that….the idea of letting my past become someone else’s present…

    Comment by Nancy Porter — February 20, 2024 @ 9:28 pm

  4. Your wtiting is always uplifting! .. not just the memory of a chair…wonderful way of looking at the loose ends of our lives. Many thanks.

    Comment by Tom Davidson-Marx — June 16, 2024 @ 8:39 am

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