Today, we cleaned and polished my great-grandmother’s Windsor rocking chair to prep it for auction. She had seven children and rocked each of them to sleep in that chair when they were babies, as evidenced by the wear on the bottom of the wooden rockers.

But this chair can’t go to Spain. So I will take a photo and then it’ll go in the auction with all the other items.

It’s a bittersweet goodbye to all the things.