My mom is 88 years old. This was her highchair. She painted it brown. You just can't let her near a paintbrush. I rescued it in May. Someday, perhaps I will have a grandchild to set in this chair like my son sat at grandma's house. I remember that my grandmother brought it to my mom when Moose was expected because she said that Mom would need it for her grandbabies. Now it waits for mine.
***Updated**** (This is a Tuesday Treasure from a while back.)
And today my mom is 92. The high chair is still brown, although I think of painting it white. It is still in my basement. I have no grandbabies, but I hope for someday.