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Bedroom heirloom. Daily story · 20 February, 2013
  • It seems as if most little girls want a canopy bed. I did. My friends did. After sixth grade, my parents redid my bedroom and bought this bedroom set. A double dresser with mirror, a desk and chair, a nightstand, and the canopy bed. My mother was not too pleased with the white finish, thinking it would get dirty. She was possessed by a cleaning demon, always cleaning; but this white furniture would be MY responsibility to keep clean. Almost fifty years later, it still is. My responsibility and still clean.

    I slept in the canopy bed from sixth grade until I got married, at age 22. Our daughter slept in this bed from the time she was one until she left for college. Her tiny daughter now sleeps in it when she visits Grandma and Grandpa. Our granddaughter has named the room for herself: Leeya's room. And she too loves the canopy bed.
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