Crackberry Friday: Gossip!
Ok, kinda. Do you know what this is?
It’s called a Gossip Chair. It was in my Nana and Grampy’s home. The phone on it is a PB take on a vintage phone. When my Nana sold her home to move down here, I was asked if there was anything I wanted from the house. I was so scared that someone else was going to want this chair but fate played it’s part and it was mine.
When I was growing up, this chair next to the stairway and it had a phone on it and an address book on the shelf under the seat. For many years the phone that sat there was an old black rotary phone, very heavy in the hand. It also was the first and only phone in the house and it wasn’t a small home. Many an hour was spent in this gossip chair on the phone. I loved this chair and the phone. On holidays we would call family members that couldn’t be with us from it and if I wasn’t there for a holiday I could imagine the people I was speaking to sitting at that chair, under the stairs, beneath the clock.
My Nana’s home was my favorite place on earth. There are smells and sounds and sights that I will forever associate with that house. When I was extremely stressed, I would dream about her home and it became a safe haven in my dreams. Having this chair in my home is like a dream come true.