When I was a kid we had this round dinning room table with four ladder back chairs. These chairs had wicker bottoms and came from the funeral parlor in Rison, Arkansas. The table I’m not so sure of its origin. My mom says she played paper dolls underneath the table and that is enough to make it special to me. Those chairs have a different significance.
When I was a teenager I got in an argument with my mom, not an unusual occurrence because I was a long haired teenager with an attitude, but my mom understood that part. Anyways, this particular argument ended with me stomping out of the room. Nothing unusual, except when I rose to stomp out my jean pocket caught in the ladder back chair! That did not deter me. I proceeded to stomp off with the chair attach to my back side! My mom and I both began to laugh at the site of me stomping off with youthful anger with a chair stuck in my pants! Suffice it to say we no longer remember what we were arguing about due to the comical circumstances.
When we were in Waco a couple of weeks ago my mom was sending us home with all kinds of family things like Fiesta ware that was hers and grandma’s. Gene, wanted the ladder back chairs from the funeral home in Rison. I had not even thought about them.
We loaded these chairs in the VUE for the trip back to Hoosierville. My mom explained that the rubber chair ends were critical. She had colored them with a magic marker because she could only find white ones. She said that this was the key to keeping them from sticking in your jeans.
We got them home safely and when I sat in them they did not feel right. Tonight while listening to some old vinyl records I decided the rubber stoppers should be removed. I took the channel locks and pulled those suckers off.
Low and behold those chairs sat like the should. Why! I could feel the pentecost while sitting in ’em. I took to singing along to those old songs from the 70’s like I was channeling someone like Janis Joplin!
I think I will move those funeral parlor chairs up to the guitar room. They seem just right for playing a Mississippi John Hurt tune – like “Blessed be his name” or “Corrina”.