Monday, July 20, 2015

The porch glider

Hi friends,

Do you have any childhood memories of a place that represented happiness and love?  I have several places that fit that bill.  One such place, was my grandparents (and later my aunt's) lake house.  The lake house was originally called 'the cottage' when I was small.  It was owned by my grandparents and was a small two story place on Canandaigua lake in upstate NY.

My sister and I loved going to the cottage.  It meant time with our cousins, afternoons spent on the raft, evenings spent at Roseland (the nearby amusement park) and mornings spent on the porch.

One of my favorite spots was on the glider on the porch.  It was old and creaky, but how fun to sit in the glider, looking out over the small lawn and lake and socialize with the family.  The porch glider just overwhelmed you with the feeling of SUMMER.

So, as we were looking at how to furnish the porch at our NH place, when I saw an ad on Craig's list for a porch glider, I was all over it.  How fun to have our own porch glider at our weekend getaway.  I had to do a little convincing of the others - Sarah and Ivan were skeptical.  Bob's concern was how to transport it, but we contacted the sellers and made plans to see it.

I also reached out to my cousins, to verify that my memories of a porch glider were accurate.  They confirmed that the glider is a great addition to the porch so we continued our pursuit.

There were two gliders for sale in NH.  One was quite close to our place, the other was on the other side of the state.  We decided to look at the nearby one first.  Why make life difficult.

This Craig's list encounter was a tad challenging.  We arrive to location only to be greeted (after a very long wait) by a tearful women.  She was an emotional wreck.  The glider was her mothers and her mother recently moved from her home to a family members house since she was suffering with dementia.  This glider was the first thing this lady was selling from her mothers house.  She was a basket case.  We were empathetic and tried to be encouraging 'our family will hopefully get many years of joy from this, like your family did.'  It wasn't obvious what the right thing to say was.  We just talked to the lady and tried to be understanding.  After about 20-30 minutes, we had made plans to return the next day with a rental truck to take it away.  We felt too bad to haggle over the price, but she was asking a reasonable amount.  Who knows, maybe that was her bargaining technique all along.

The ironic thing was that as we approached the house, Bob says 'let's just get in and out, no telling stories of our whole life and becoming best friends with the lady.  Simple transaction and we go.' Well, obviously that didn't happen, but I wasn't the one doing all the talking.  She showed me her mother's wedding dress, talked about memories of her mom and didn't actually cry, but teared up on numerous occasions.

The next day with the truck was kind of more of the same.  She heard us pull up and ring the doorbell, but didn't come to the door for almost 5 minutes.  She apologized and said she had been up all night crying.  At this point we wondered why one of the other family members wasn't doing the transaction.  This was obviously very difficult for her.  Her mood brightened considerably when I took out 8 twenty dollar bills, so we took the chance to escape (glider in the back of the truck) and headed off.

The glider fit perfectly in the corner of the porch.  We removed the cushions and took the cushions I got from my neighbors garbage and re-sized them.  We added a blanket (or two) as a temporary cover and everyone has enjoyed sitting on the glider, enjoying the warm breeze and the creaking, comforting noise of the old glider.  Sarah is tasked with making cushion covers.   We'll have fun picking out fabric and working the sewing machines to finish it up.  Or, if we don't get motivate, we can leave it 'as is' with the blankets on it.  That was how the porch glider at the cottage was always decorated and it didn't take away from the charm one bit.


1 comment:

Karen said...

Oh - a porch glider... sounds like a piece of heaven!