“DREAMS… COME to LIFE…in your own ROCKER”

This “PHOTO” shows ‘ME’ in  my very own “ROCKER” – – and it looks as if – – I have almost out-grown this  ‘Child’   size  rocker.

Rocking myself was FUN… it was something that I could do – – all by myself – – and for as long as I wanted, too!

In another year or so… my brother, DENNY would use this ROCKER – – as his favorite chair and he would also rock for hours  – – as I had graduated to  using my MOM’s rocker.

My MOTHER’s rocker was one of the most comfortable rockers  – –  of all the rockers – – that is…  that I have ever had the opportunity to have had and or  temporarily own.  If only I could find a PHOTO of it – – or even one like it – – I sure would like to own one like it again – – it is the “top drawer” of rockers – –  only wish we would not have ever lost it – – in moving.

During WWII – – the 1940’s – – we had a radio that look like a small house.  It sat on a shelf – – there was some space on each side – – and it was up against the wall. Someone would turn it on… how I did not know – – even though I would watch  and try to see… just exactly  – – “how in the world all of these little people would all of sudden be in this small house – – and then they would start talking?”

I would plant myself into my MOTHER’s “ROCKER” – – and listen to everything  that was going on. I could not figure out – – all the singing – – sometimes stories – – and even at time – – just plain ole talking – – the voices changed – – but I did not see anyone coming or going out of this small box of a “HOME” – – and started wondering… “How can I get these “DOLLS” out to play with “ME” – – and have real FUN – – since these little DOLLS are able to really “TALK” – – and I could really have   more  friends!” The excitement grew and grew – – but  and no matter how I paid attention – – never could figure the “MYSTERY” of these little people that hide their selves in our radio – – and they all had so much FUN – – and all  without  me.

There were a couple of times… that I rocked so hard and fast in “Mama’s Rocker” – – that it completely turned over – – and with me in it. I never got hurt – – but someone would always be there in a hurry to see what was going on??? It was just so exciting – – to hear all of this wonderful stuff – – and I wanted to be a part of it – – but never got the chance. Now that I think about it – – no one else seem to question all of the talk and stories  – – and even other people talking on the radio – – they always just went about their business – – and here I was – – always trying to figure out – – “HOW can I get those people out – – to play with?”

“Maybe turning summer-salts in a rocking-chair – – once or maybe even a time too many – – left me with  a shortage of marbles – – in the ‘belfry’ – – – seems that I still have too many questions – – and not enough of the correct answers?”


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