Does anything say summer like the humble lawn chair?
Ode to a Lawn Chair
reach into that jumble
of toys, balls, rain coats and chairs
wander over the field
pick your spot
yes – out on the edge
of the soccer field
nice spot
further out the town houses
ring it all around
single family homes next
and mini van roads
suburbs – yes,
but this is your spot
your place
of your lawn chair retreat.
Some of these photos are repeats, but it’s all to celebrate the lawn chair: who leaves patterns on our legs and moments on our hearts, holds multiple children or one parent, frays and buckles as it ages, and tucks itself in to any pile of refuse or floats listlessly down any stream, abandoned, forgotten, yet dense with the histories of our lives.
As a wee child, Lynne apparently prefers her little red wagon to her lawn chair.
So my biggest childhood humilation involved softball, my dad, beer, and a lawn chair … one day I will tell you about it
Lawn chairs can be treacherous.
To which many of us agree wholeheartedly.
It wasn’t the lawn chair’s fault.
Poor Tom… those knees mean some one wasn’t holding him at the right time.
I love those webbed lawn chairs.
He said he remembers about a two-year period when his knees were never unskinned. Kids!
I was six then, nobody held me back for nothing. The concrete driveway was at a pretty good slope, I remember many a hard landing.
All my lawn chairs are orange and blue! Just saying!
I’m shocked!
What gathering would have been (would be) complete without the lawn chairs?
Then I have to think about those plastic ribbed lawn chairs/loungers that were out for a while. (Maybe they’re still around; I don’t know) They would stick to you unless you had a blanket under you which defeated the coolness factor, then it would stretch out in the heat…
I know the chairs you mean! I have some photos with those, too, that I found when I went looking for lawn chair photos.
I get picked on by my children (adults) every time I re-web one of the lawn chairs to prolong its life. They just don’t understand.
I understand! (Though I myself haven’t owned any of those lawn chairs in a zillion years.)
The bubbles photo was a massive family reunion in our back yard. Mom and Dad must have borrowed extra lawn chairs from everybody in the neighborhood.