When I was a little girl, I lived on the farm next to my Grandparents’ farm.  I’d walk through the field to visit her, almost every day.  I loved going to Grandma’s house.  There was once a bench at her kitchen table,  where my Dad and his brothers sat.  On that bench were 3 little stools, their booster seats.

I used those booster seats too.  After Grandma and Grandpa died, I kept my Dad’s little stool seat.  It brings me happy memories of Grandma’s kitchen and feeling like a big tall girl at the table there.

Here’s my Dad’s stool:

Here’s more of Grandma’s kitchen (taken in 1988):