My love of baking started when I was a very little girl, about three and a half to be exact. It all started during a visit to Nana and Bob’s house. Since Nana and Bob lived in Mississippi and I lived in Pennsylvania, any time we came to visit was a grand affair…and any grand affair was good reason to bake a cake. Now my Nana was not much of a baker, so we always used instant cake mix, but I still remember fondly how she used to let me help her make the cake. She even taught me that I could lick the bowl…
…of course I really liked that part. Anyway, this post isn’t about baking, it is about the little yellow ice cream chair that was Nana’s when she was a little girl. That chair (plus my three and a half year old self) gave me the height I needed to reach the kitchen countertop and learn how to mix up a cake mix with Nana…
…it also helped me to be tall enough to help bear the responsibility of cleaning up.
Throughout the years, the little yellow ice cream chair was used in family portraits, as a just-my-size seat, for a step stool and as a place to play.
See the little yellow ice cream chair in this picture from 1965 (above)? That’s my uncle in the back of the car. I’m guessing he was using the chair as a step stool to wash the top of the family car, while my Mom played her guitar over on the steps to keep him company.
These days, the little yellow ice cream chair has been used as a plant stand, a place to lean on and tie your shoes and most recently, it has been used as a stand for Leo’s water dish.
This little yellow ice cream chair has seen a lot of action in its day and it is still going strong, filling whatever role it needs to be to get the job done.
The little yellow ice cream chair lives in my den not far from Nana’s little yellow couch, and every time I happen to glance in it’s direction, I get the strangest craving for a piece of cake.