The Rocking Chair

Front Porch

How long since you saw anybody rocking on a real rocking chair?  I’m not talking about the kind that sits still and only the top part of the chair rocks.  I’m talking about REAL rocking chairs, the kind with curved rockers on the bottom – the kind that makes the cats scream, grab their tails, and run with fear.

Rocking chairs are said to be a part of the American character. Back in Early American times, we were a people always on the move. We came here seeking a new beginning, a new life in a new place. We were pioneers, always moving, crossing the country, pushing the frontier, couldn’t be satisfied.  Seems we could not be still, even when sitting… so we put rockers on our chairs.  Today we are on the go more than ever. We have become too busy even for our rocking chairs.

Now, I had a great rocking chair at one time. It was the old-fashioned kind, dozens of layers of paint on it. My mother rocked me on it when I was a baby; then when I was too old to be rocked, it went to the front porch where the grownups sat after supper to enjoy the coolness of evening and watch the kids chase lightning bugs. When I became a mom, I confiscated it and took it home.  I rocked my babies on it once upon a time. But they too grew up, as babies will. The rocking chair fell into disuse and became clutter and an eyesore.

The old rocking chair had a second life for a while. I had the layers of paint removed, the chair was refinished, and a new rush seat replaced the old one.  The chair moved to my living room for a season where it squeaked and creaked if anyone used it, joints loosened by age and absence of the paint that was probably helping to hold it together. But my house now, like so many newer and smaller homes, has few nooks and crannies and no place for a big old space-gobbling chair with rockers trailing out behind and knobs bumping into things.

It’s in the attic now. Nowadays, rockers are not seen as a necessity. Baby swings are electric. Babies are rocked automatically without human intervention. But, you know, something is lost by putting our rocking chairs in the attic or relegated them to an unused front porch while we stay inside in the air-conditioned comfort. There is something very basic to about the rocking rhythm of these chairs, like being in a mother’s womb – rocking in rhythm with ourselves and with the world.

I’ve been doing a lot of walking lately for the exercise and for the joy.  I like to walk late in the afternoon about twilight, when the fireflies come out and the day is coming to an end. Funny, I had not noticed all the empty rocking chairs sitting on porches before. Guess its a southern thing; I don’t remember any rocking chairs on porches at all when I lived in the North. In the South, we remember our heritage, rocking and being rocked, but we don’t rock anymore.  Rocking chairs have become a decorative item, a memory of a distant past when things were simpler. They have lost their function, to rock, to soothe, to remind us of where we came from.

I think maybe I’d better find that old chair and make a place for it somehow. Maybe I need to make time to rock, to rock my grandchild like I rocked his mother and like my mother rocked me, to make rhythmic memories while there is still time.

©1999 Sheila Moss
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About Sheila Moss

My stories are about daily life and the funny things that happen to all of us. My columns have been published in numerous newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and websites.
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9 Responses to The Rocking Chair

  1. Rocking chairs were big in my youth here in the north. I still have the chair my mother used to rock me although that one didn’t have the traditional rockers. It was a built out of metal with a U-shaped bottom that bounced nicely. We have my husband’s parent’s rocker. Personally I hate them because they grab my ankles all the time. We have one on the patio and it snags the hoses and purposefully trips me. Perhaps it is longing for the old days.

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  2. Sheila Moss says:

    Thanks for the comment. I have a small platform rocker in my bedroom, but no place for the old-fashioned kind with rockers. The only time I get to rock is on the porch at Cracker-Barrel.

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  3. Peyton says:

    Always had a rocking chair on the front porch at home. I made a mistake when we downsized and move into a smaller apartment. I made a mistake and should have kept that chair.

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  4. energywriter says:

    You said it so well. I have a rocking chair in my bedroom. It’s there because it’s too fragile to allow a really big person or a jumping kid on it. I sit in it every day to tie my shoes – and once in a while – just because. sd

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  5. Lois says:

    I had a rocking chair when my daughter was small. It was not the wooden kind but the more modern padded ones. I rocked her in it for years and then just myself until the joints fell apart and the only thing holding it together was the fabric. At least I have a picture me and my daughter when she was a baby being rocked in that chair, and my memories. I still rock in a rocking chair especially when I am stressed.

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