When I was a teenager I liked to refinish old furniture. I used to love to strip off the years of old black varnish and make the piece look nice again. My grandmother gave me a rocking chair back then because she was impressed by my skill(!) She took me over to an old storage shed behind the house and there up in the rafters was an old rocking chair. My grandmother collected rocking chairs like there was no tomorrow. We got the dusty old piece down(the chair I mean) and I set to work. Et voila! When my grandmother saw the chair all done up, she wanted it back! The nerve!
I just dug it out of our old shed because #2 wants a rocking chair for the soon to arrive baby. I rocked her and her sister many an hour in this old gal.