Yesteryear’s Memories: The Rocking Chair

Lifestyle
July 14, 2020

The Rocking ChairJust a little southeast of Walnut Hill there was a farmhouse. It was said to belong to a family that had settled that land about the time of the Goshen Trail that stretched across Southern Illinois to Edwardsville. The name of the family has been lost to history, but the story is tenacious and has been repeated over generations.

The farm had been abandoned and fallen into disrepair. The roof had started showing holes in the wood shingles and the weeds and trees were beginning to swallow up the structure. It appeared that no humans had been around for decades… but there was still a rocking chair that sat on the wraparound porch. As people passed the house, they could see the chair slowly rocking back and forth. Even in the still, hot, windless days of summer the chair rocked. No one around, no animals near, yet the chair moved as if an unseen resident was still present – and waiting patiently for something or someone.

The farmhouse was torn down in the 1960s. But along the roads in the area there are two or three rocking chairs sitting on porches. It’s kind of a decorative fad. Or maybe, they are there to satisfy the craving of invisible entities that still roam the area. Either way, we need to watch. And remember

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