To commemorate St. Patrick’s Day, this month I am celebrating my Irish roots by focusing on my dad’s side of the family. My research is very thin because I have not devoted much time to it. As the saying goes, “It is what it is.”
One of my very special treasures is this child’s rocker:
It was given to me by my great aunt Helen Killeen Parker when I told her we were expecting our first child. She was thrilled by the news. Helen knew she was dying of leukemia and had been tagging all her belongings with names of the people she wanted them to go to. Until that phone call, she had not decided who should get the little rocking chair. Helen passed away just a couple weeks later.
The story of the chair is unknown, but it must be old. Helen and her husband Herbert never had children.
I inherited this rocker from Helen as well. It’s dainty. I don’t really remember seeing it in her house, so it might have been in a bedroom. Perhaps it was right under my nose and I never appreciated it as a child.