This faithful, sturdy stool held many a baby as they learned to eat with a spoon. Julie, now forty-five, mastered climbing on and off successfully unaided as a child. Nile and Jim patiently sat to have their hair cut from this perch. Mom with dripping wet hair sat on it, while I patiently rolled it up in her pink curlers week in and out. Many canning seasons came and went with family fighting over who got to sit on the high chair. We have now sent it off for a new family to enjoy and make their own memories. Good bye, old guy.
