For the first few years we lived in a rental house.
Without this picture I'd never remember the chair with the fringe. Horrid thing, but probably a hand-me-down from the farm. It was a rocker. No arms. Impossible to get comfortable in. The green item on the chair was one of the afghans my grandmother knit; it's still at my dad's house.
The sound system? Also a hand-me-down. That was Grandpa's RCA cabinet unit. I can tell it's not because the red light on the outside isn't illuminated. The light went out some time in the 1980s, after decades of service.
My eyes look a little bleary, don't they? And the clock almost says 4:20.