Love of a Marble Arm

One memory from my childhood was that my parents didn’t make a lot of purchases for the home, but when they did buy something it was something of quality.

I was recently driving home over Highway 26 just after sun set. As I was coming down the back side of the pass by Saddle Mountain the sky was a pearlescent pallet of vivid reds, blues, yellows, pinks and purples. I was reminded of a Chase lounge chair that we had in our back yard. It was a heavy thing of quality with a thick cushion. The chair also had flat arms made from polished pieces of marble with the same colors in them as I saw in the sky as I drove home. The stone in the arms was fascinating to look at.

I remembered sitting on that Chase lounge one summer evening and noticing the sky that evening looked exactly like the arms of the chair. There is a certain sky that triggers my memory for that chair. It is rare, but every once in a while it is a perfect replica.

Oddly, that chair was stolen from our back yard one evening and never seen again. It must have been two people that took it. The chair was far too substantial for one person to handle. My parents were angry when they realized the chair had disappeared. It must have been rather expensive. I was young at the time and had no idea of the value of money, so I was angry that someone that stolen a perfect replica of a perfect sky from us.