The Little Red Stool

Just inside the kitchen door at the Lynn Family homestead stood a rather inconspicious red stool. This little red stool has silently supported family and watched several generations grow and slowly fade as time ticks inevitably ticks on. Almost every visitor to this little country home has a story about their time spent on little red. Its location of prime real estate in the corner in the kitchen allows for being part of the heart of the home, the kitchen. This is where you would find Grandma preparing a meal, and Grandpa sitting at the table chatting about his latest flight, or some news from his trip to town. After the meal was prepared, folks would retire to the sitting room just off the kitchen to chat and catch up on the day's activities, and family happenings. On one of my first visits to the beloved home, I too spent time on little red listening to the family interact and laugh together.

My favorite story is Grandma Lynn telling me about how Richard (my father in law) when he was courting my mother in law would come in the side door of the home and take a seat on little red and wait there for Ginger to be ready for their date. ;) He spent a lot of time on that little red stool. Grandma told everyone before she left us to fill her place in heaven, that Richard was to get that red stool.

This past weekend the family came together once again for a reunion of sorts. It was odd to be there in this enduring home without Grandma and Grandpa. Today, we packed the little red stool and carried it home to TN, where Richard and Ginger will put it in a place of honor in their home.

Is there something special that everytime you look at it, it brings you back to a happy time in your life? Isn't it something that an inanimate object such as this little red stool can hold such a place of honor in a family?