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The pink highchair: 1961

The pink high chair my father made for me.

Why have I saved the pink wooden high chair my father made for me when I was three?

The high chair was hand-crafted in his basement workshop on Avenue K in Saskatoon,Saskatchewan, Canada and placed under the Christmas tree over 52 years ago. My dolls sat in it and ate their breakfast on the tray. My daughters put their dolls in the same high chair and fed them their breakfast.

The high chair was kept in my mother’s basement until I drove to Canada from California in 1992 with my husband. We packed the high chair in the back of the van with my dolls and books I saved from childhood.

The high chair was wrapped in brown packing paper and placed delicately in a box when we moved from California to Illinois. It was wrapped again and placed in a box when we moved to Minnesota.  It was unpacked and packed again when we moved back to California and now it is in my basement in Pennsylvania.

I am cleaning out my basement. My weaving supplies were sold to a friend’s mother. Several bags of clothes were donated to a thrift store and a coat was sold on ebay.

The pink high chair will not be donated or sold.

Can you see where my father carved the wood and hand-made the joints? Did you notice how the tray pivots so you can lift it up and place a doll in the chair? The felt he glued on the bottom of each leg is still in place.

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I see my father’s love for me in the details.

He died on March 17th, 1998.

What have you saved to help you remember?

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My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.

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  • Berdeane Bodley

    I remember that chair well, it took me back to that Christmas morning all those many years ago as I saw the happy look on your little faces to see what “Santa” had brought. Your father was a special man who loved doing for his children.

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  • Pamela – I love this story. What a special, treasured gift to have. Your post inspired me to write about a treasured gift I have. Plan to post it tomorrow.

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  • Loved the story and made me think of my own precious items. I had a rocking chair that was my brother’s before me, and which I kept until my nephew had children and each of his three have used it. On my dresser sits the very loved and raggedy stuffed rabbit – without ears – that my father made me as an infant when he was in hospital for his military PTSD.

    We should all take time to look at the things we keep and hold for their precious memories, and remember to share those stories with our children so one day when we have to thin our things they know why they were important.

    • Michelle, thank you for sharing your treasures. If you have a photograph of your rabbit that your daddy made, will you post it here. Please.

  • Don’t sell it. Pass it on to your first granddaughter. She’ll probably love it for her dolls as much as you did.

  • LOVED this post. Also appreciated all the details your dad used to show his care. Details God uses in our lives by giving us sparrows, and etching lines on butterflies.

    And what is my prize I’ve kept? The very thing I used to sneak in my mom’s drawer to see. I’m going to write about it on a post. 🙂

  • Shelley

    Your father’s love is in the details. Just like Jesus’ love for us. Don’t ever get rid of the pink high chair. We all need one.

  • Your father must have loved you so much. I hope you fine a special place in your home for the pink high chair. The things I treasure most are some gifts my Compassion child Eliya gave me, a hand carved boat and baskets his grandmother made.

    • Kathleen, do you have photographs of the gifts Eliya gave you? I would love to see them.

      • Here is a photo of Eliya holding the boat with the little people in it, can you see it?

        • Love it.

        • Wow, thank you for introducing me to your child and showing the boat. I see why you treasure the boat. It was given to you by someone you love and who loves you.

          • It also has a very special story, he told me it is a traditional boat from where he lives on Lake Kivu, which divides Rwanda from Congo, and the next time I come there (!) he would like to take me out in a boat like that one! So I have to go back, also want to meet his grandma who raised him.