Rocking Chair Rock
My grandmother suffered from rheumatoid arthritis and was confined to her home for thirty years. Because of this disease, her leg and finger bones were so twisted that there every movement caused her great pain. She shuffled between her bedroom, parlor, and kitchen with the aid of a wooden Irish shillelagh and her oversized fur lined slippers. By gazing out her windows and doorways she was able to feast her eyes and nose on the sights and smells of the great outdoors. The fact that grandmother was in constant pain and confined to her home did not dampen her spirits. She thoroughly enjoyed reading, listening to her favorite radio programs, and the company of the many relatives and friends who frequently visited her. Adjacent to her bedroom was the parlor where she received her guest. Near one of the parlor's outside walls was a large black coal burning stove. It was a major heat source and the means by which meals were cooked. Grandma’s high seated parlor chair was next to the stove...