My Grandfather's chair

This chair was my grandfather's chair.
Today I polished it in the garden. I like, instead of a lot people, polishing because it makes my brain quiet. Like a meditation.

So my memories goes back to my grandfather. He died when I was 13.
He was, by circumstances a quiet man. He was mostly sitting in his chair.
A special chair because he only may sit in it. In Dutch it's called a rookstoel (smoke chair). So for the picture I put the astray beside the chair. He always smoked rolling tobacco.
In following my grandfather I smoked a nice cigar.