My uncle Hugh is sitting on my mother’s parent’s couch being hugged by my mother and her best friend, Connie. I remember that ash tray. It was red. The couch was dark green and over it hung a tapestry with a garden scene that included… wait, here is a photograph that includes the bottom of the tapestry. I wonder where it came from and where it went.
By 1966, we had the old couch at our house and my grandparents were using my great grandmother Jennie’s furniture. At the time I thought it was strange they changed to that hard wooden furniture but as my knees give out, I appreciate that it was higher, easier to sit down on and get up from. Plus there must have been a lot of memories for my grandmother. My mother sold it to an antique store after her parents died.