When You Follow Your Heart
Earlier this morning I decided to go ahead and let my beloved church pew have a new home with the great-grandson of the man who built the pews. This man was led to my door. He had been searching for many years for a pew that his family built that he could have as his own. It appears that the majority of them have already been replaced with more modern types. He came to look at a ****atiel I have for sale and his search came to an end. He decided the bird was a bit much with the both of them working every day. I called him to come get his pew after thinking about it for a little while.
He drove up pulling a trailer (the pew is 10 ft long) and on the trailer sat a church pew covered in denim just like I had recovered this pew with. My curiosity went into high gear. He said he had bought this pew a few weeks ago at an auction and his wife covered it with some old denim because the upholstery was torn. It is very similar to my pew but not nearly as old and is in better condition. He asked me if I would be willing to swap the pews so I could possibly sell my "new" pew and buy wooden rockers for my porch.
He has a piece of his family's handicraft and I have a bright idea about getting wooden rockers 
That was very kind. You have a good heart. I know that the man was very happy with his treasure. I am sure that somehow you will 'horse trade" and get those rockers, too. You have a talent for that. My problem is that I won't part with my junk. If you ever see my garage, you will know what I mean. Dad and I are planning on building a barn one of these days just to house all of our inherited "junk."
I don't like to part with MY junk but in all reality this was his junk. His great grandfather and his grandfather hand built all those pews and as a little boy he remembered helping them with little things such as holding a seat board. How could I not let him have this pew when he described getting his hind end whipped because he carved his initials on the underside of one of the pews. I discovered the initials LT when I was removing staples from the bottom. They meant nothing to me until this morning.
This was the very pew that he got the wipping over all those years ago. He had no idea it was THE PEW until I pointed it out to him as he and his son were loading it onto the trailer. I am happy. He has a piece of his family history and I have a church pew on my porch--for however long.
Now, anybody know where I can horse trade for some rockers 
You touched my heart with this post Gwen!!! You let go of something you REALLY, REALLY wanted to HOLD ONTO just to see someone else happy! God will BLESS you for this in ways you will see in coming days~hold tight!!!! The story of LT is a cool one!!!! That will be one you can tell your great grandkids! 
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