Ann was my father's sister, the eldest of eleven children. When I was a child and we went to her house we were awed with its elegance and always on our best behavior. Ann was always very nice to us but was definitely not a warm or cuddly aunt and we were all slightly afraid of her. This chair sat in her front room but no one was ever allowed to sit in it as it was deemed too valuable. As time went by and Ann passed away many of her things found their way to me and this was one of them. Now of course I realize that although it is a very cute chair it really isn't an important antique or significant piece of furniture. Why she held it is such esteem is probably a fascinating story, but one I will never know. To me however this chair represents a part of my childhood and thus is important. It now sits in the entry hall across from my grandfather's clock, which also made its way to me through Ann... but that is a story for another post.
Do you have many things in your home that bring back childhood memories?