In 1967 my parents purchased this rocking chair for the bargain price of 25 cents at an estate sale in Evansville, Illinois where they were living. Aside from the mattress they slept on, this was the first piece of furniture in their house. For the next 25 years it was a fixture in the various homes they lived in. Then my dad went on sabbatical to Denver and it ended up in a storage unit doomed to be a victim of downsizing and sold at their next garage sale.
He measured and cut and sewed and stitched and folded and stretched and secured and a couple hours later it looked like this: