What I learned today at the Moody Museum is the value of a simple, wooden chair. To me, pieces like this are worth more than renowned paintings or the most exquisite gemstones.

If this simple, wooden chair could talk, I am sure it would have a million stories. It would tell of family dinners, children learning to read by the light of a kerosene lamp, and of parents sitting down to rest after a hard day on their feet. I can picture someone carefully repairing the seat so that this chair would last a lifetime. And here it sits 150 or more years later, outliving everyone who ever used it.

Just imagine the stories