This glider overwintered on the back porch of my grandparent's house. As a ritual, it was moved from there to the back yard near this stone fireplace. I can't remember this clearly but I do remember that when you sat down on it, it swung. I was scared of it when it didn't have the summer cushions on it.
My mother, shown here, loved to sun her legs. If it was glamorous, my mother loved it. I smiled when I saw this slide. It is so like her to pose for the camera.
This blog theme Sentimental Sunday gives purpose to the time it takes to scan these slides.
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