Look at that cute little footstool above. It’s not ours but a photo of one like ours. Click on it and go to the Ebay page where this is for sale…
And here is another photo of one that didn’t live the privileged life that the one above lived:
This little wooden footstool was made by the Cushman Colonial Creations company out of Vermont, I don’t know when.
Well, the relevance of this is that we have a little Cushman footstool living at Crow Cottage now but it was not always so.
This guy has just finished having a bath and a good rubbing of Boos wood cream. Doesn’t he look smashing?
This is where he lives now, on the countertop holding fruit:
Normally, I wouldn’t even mention a thing like a wooden footstool, but this guy is special to me. He has belonged to Paul’s folks for probably his whole life, although I do not know how old he actually is. They are both in their 90’s and more than likely they bought him early on in their marriage, so maybe 60-70 years ago. Not sure, but I’ll have to see.
The reason I am so in love with this footstool (now dubbed the “fruit-stool”) is because 2 days ago, when I went down to the street to add two more bags to our trash barrels, there, sitting on top of our trash barrel, was this little guy – thrown out to be smushed up by the trash truck.
I could not believe it! That darn Paul. He is desperately trying to de-clutter our house and he is deathly afraid of ever becoming a “hoarder” – I don’t know why except that I am a bit of a saver-of-things and he feels a little crowded in here with all my stuff. But as for himself, he has always been one to just throw stuff out the minute he is done with it. Sometimes stuff that he has needed later, too!
Well, this footstool, that has been in his family for years and years, was one of the items that he recently cleared out of his folks’ apartment. They have both recently moved from their independent living apartment over to a skilled nursing area at the same complex where they can be taken care of by professionals ’round the clock. They are in two separate rooms, too, but at least they are on the same floor level so they can visit each other if they wish. But Paul has until the end of this month, which is only 5 days away, to get all their belongings out of there. Granted, it’s only a one bedroom apartment, but they had downsized from a large house in Maine to this apartment about 10 years ago, and still were hanging on to some stuff they didn’t need everyday. So it’s been quite a job for him and his sister.
Paul and his folks one Christmas in their apartment up on the 4th floor:
And I found little “fruit-stool” here out in the trash! Well, as you can see, I rescued him, brought him in and bathed him in warm soapy water and then gave him a good rub-down with my Boos wood cream.
Isn’t he lovely now?
Using him as a foostool wasn’t going to work for us so I looked and looked around to see where he would best fit in, and lo and behold I found the perfect job for him…holding our weekly supply of fresh fruits!
These are the labels on his underbelly, and although I haven’t actually read the whole of them yet, I plan to do that soon. It does say “Second” on the underside, as well, and Paul says that is why he tossed it out! The nerve!
I’m glad I found it out there. This little guy will live here with us for as long as he wants to stay.
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