Good Bye High

It was time to clean out the final treasures from Mom's garage before potential buyers arrived today to see the house.  We listed it for sale and arrived at 8:30 am to do the job.  Trucks, trailers and the garbage cans were backed up to haul away the final items.  Although I hated to part with this forty year old, yellow high chair, it was loaded into the trailer along with many other things headed to Deseret Industries.  

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.