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Here is a picture of my rocking chair. I inherited it from my Grandad who was the child of Italian immigrants, (one of ten children) who came to settle in Bradford in the late 1800’s. Before that it was my Grandmother’s and my Great Grandmother’s – children of Irish Immigrants around the same time. When I was about 6 years old I asked him if I could have it when he died ‘because you are so old you might die soon’. (Oh dear… anyone over the age of 20yrs old was ancient at that age). He asked me how much pocket money I got and I said 10 pence a week. He said he wasn’t planning on dying any time soon, but he would sell me it. I asked how much he wanted for it, to which he replied, ‘Well, it was valued at £150.00 but as it’s you, you can have it for the discounted price of £149.99.’ (Served me right!). I was distraught because I couldn’t think of a way to earn that much money – ever! It kept me awake at nights, I loved the chair so much. Anyway, as you can see, in spite of my cheek, the chair came to me and I still have it.
Paula Horton, Bingley