The story of the little armchair. “In December 1955 I had been working for six months and decided that now I had my own money I would purchase gifts for my five younger siblings as well as my parents. In the window of Waterson’s Furniture shop on Broadway, a small child’s armchair was on display. From memory it had lime green upholstery, this I purchased and gave to my youngest brother, then aged 3½ years. That chair was well used by him and others that could fit into it for many years and then when his nieces and nephews came along it was well used again. By this time our mother had recovered it in a brown fabric. When my brother Bill married and had his own children, some 30 years plus ago it was passed back to him for their children to use. About 17 or 18 years ago it was again recovered in a maroon/red coloured fabric and my grandchildren, his (Bill) great nieces and nephews have all had turns at using it. Now 57 years later it sits in my lounge with a doll that is over 65 years of age sitting on it. Could do with a “do up”, but to me it is still very special. I have no recollection of what my other sisters or brother received from me that Christmas.”
Julia with the “little armchair”.