1980 School Magazine

Kerry Kemp

CHAIR It was only a chair - now old, clusty, falling to pieces, deserted by everyone, but it was mine. Round backed it stood tall and stately like a soldier at attention being inspected by a General The varnish was peeling off and deep grooves made by David's pencil stood out clearly against the wood, which was not darkened with age. The cane, which was part of the seat now hung in tatters around the frame, discoloured. lt used to be a creamy colour, now it was yellow. I'd always hated yellow - too garish a colour. Never had any yellow in my room, reminded me too much of marigolds - always hated marigolds, couldn't stand the smell. It looked forlorn standrng at the back of the attic. lt was a good chair, really good for swinging on, the back legs were strong. lt was a strong chair until David (litile brai) stood on it, to reach his football which sat at the very back of his wardrobe. lt broke. David fell through th6 cane seat and broke his arm (served him right). My chair was busted and Dad didn't want to get it f ixed 'cos it cost too much, so it went to the attic.

lJ was a good chair, a thinking chair. lt was mahogany. l'd always liked mahogany for furniture. Most of the fu;_ niture I had in my room was mahogany. I'd restored the chair, it was Victorian, a real treasure.-Antique, but now it is only ancient, not special anymore to anyone, but me. Just to me, it was mine. Rosemary Tyson, 9 England.