For instance...
My grandfather and his father built this bench to replace one that was swept off the porch of the house in Rudolph, Ohio when a tornado passed one afternoon. Painting it green was the idea of my great-grandmother, who said she wanted the color "for the winter time."
The bench became the favorite sitting-place for talking things out. Good things and bad things. And when my grandmother came to the farm for the first time to meet her in-laws-to-be, she sat next to my great-grandmother on the bench and talked about the state fair and where she and my grandfather might decide to settle down once he opened his practice.
I could tell such stories, but they wouldn't be true.
The truth is, I don't know anything about the history of the bench. I only got it last year, as a gift from my mom, who bought it at an antique show and bought it because it has beautiful old green paint, which is something we both find quite appealing.
