Thats my Chair

As I bounded out of my chair, I ran to David and jumped on his lap.
I said, "That's my chair, No one get it while I am getting water!"
He laughed and said, "No this is your chair" Meaning his lap.
(anyway  who would get my chair? (meaning my club chair)  we have lots of space and it is just him and me.)

It began as a child wanting to save my chair because I had LOTS of brothers and sisters and we all seemed to have the same favorite chair.

When any of us got up, we yelled, "Save my Place" or That's my Chair No one get in it."
But the problem was my older brother, Leonard.
He wanted that chair ALWAYS. It was like he had his name on it.
He would turn it to the television, prop his feet up on the table, take out his cigarettes, and order us to bring him coffee or something. His floor stand ash tray was always right beside his arm.
Sometime I would decide to clean while just to bug him, I would vacuum, I would dust and in doing so I had to dust under the television table. He would have to move, get out of the way or something that irritated him. I would dump his ash tray, (He never did). Then to be a smart Alec He would say, "Hey Sue, You missed a spot." I was meticulous but he did not get the chair long. I was in his way of his show.
Oh fun times.
He was 6' 2" and I was 5 feet tall. Guess who, more than once got picked up and moved out of the chair? Kicking and screaming. !!!!!!
As David and I laughed about it, I asked if he had that in his family.
He said "No we did not have any chairs."
I said, "Oh really How about kitchen chairs?"
"Well we had old rubber inner tube chairs."
I laughed as I could picture inner tubes lined up to sit on. He then explained .
"In fact they were old straight back chairs with inner tube woven through the seats, after the cane bottoms were worn out."
I then said, "So they could come in for chairs or did you have them at the dining table all time."
I teared up as he said, "If we sat at the table there was no food on there to eat, so why go in there."
OH MY that hurt my heart. I do not know how they survived.
If my Mama had only known she would have sent food to them all time.
We never went cold or hungry.
He tells of one vivid memory, They had pinto beans for dinner, thats it, beans.
His mom saved the fat back out of the beans and made it into a breakfast gravy.
 Surely they had biscuits. Southerners just can  not eat without bread.
So when you think times are hard or maybe your cupboards are more bare than you like, Just remember this.
That is why he so appreciates EVERYTHING he has.
And he always says,
"If need be I could do it again as I know how to survive on Nothing but family"


So in closing.

 "That's my Chair," And" Please Pass the Biscuits"