Busy Day
Today I kept myself busy with what I had purchased at Menards yesterday.
Getting felt pads where they were needed.
Our computer table in the living room is on rollers. Oh roll they did . . . over and over and over the same spots on the laminate. The front two legs had locks on the rollers. If not rolling, the surface of the roller being locked would skid along the flooring. One was just as bad as the other. Now two of the four legs is locked with felt pads under them. The third leg has a Grammie-implemented-item jammed between the roller and the roller’s housing, so it can’t roll. It also got a felt pad under it. The roller on the fourth leg pretty much stayed in place as the computer stand would roll in an arc.
My next project was rocking chairs. I made sure to clean the rockers on my teak chair with the final wipe being with rubbing alcohol as per the directions on the felt strips going onto the underside of the rockers.
My great grandmother Christine’s rocking chair was bound to be moved from Dennis’ bedroom to the living room. Christine was a tall person. She came to Penn Township via Ellis Island. When Christine passed, my grandmother Laura used the rocker. Laura was short and they cut down the legs for her height and then put the rockers on. Each rocker is of different wood. I am sure it was a DIY. It is an Oak Mission Style rocker that is quite heavy. When I cleaned its rockers, I noticed an old screw sticking out just enough to scratch the floor a bit. The felt webbing covered that nicely. The seat’s springs have been replaced, the oak wood has been refinished and it sports a new covering on the seat.
The black walnut glider rocker that belonged to mom and dad is now in Dennis’ bedroom. At Thanksgiving, Jeremy was sitting in the glider and it must have touched on the window sill behind it. Jeremy took ahold of the arm rests and hopped it with him away from the window. I don’t know whose eyes got bigger . . . mine or Carrie’s. Carrie did mention to Jeremy that the rocker most likely was close to one hundred years old. The glider is now resting in a quiet bedroom. My mom had joined the craze of applying paints to give this antique a different look. It took me quite a bit of elbow grease to get that paint off of all the spindles. The seat is a wood veneer that I have had a bonding layer put on the under-side of the seat to strengthen its curve.
I have an emotional attachment to these two rockers. I spent time in the Penn Township farm home during each of these grandmother’s time.
With that I take my leave. ♥