Wednesday, September 14, 2011
My youngest son, Ben, was game to help me pry out over 200 nails from the seat of the chair and scrub it down to get rid of the insect homes and cobwebs. I had never done caning, but I ordered a piece of cane webbing, spline, chisels and glue which cost more than the chair had. We soaked the webbing, pounded the spline into the groove of the shaped seat and watched in amazement as it all dried and began to tighten to make a new seat. We got more white paint on us than on the chair, but began to feel a sense of pride as this beautiful Victorian rocker emerged to take its place in our new old home. When I rock a grandchild in it or tuck a pillow in its seat, I still have a sense of all the stories it could tell me. One story would be that of a rescue.