The first one I acquired is an armless chair my mother’s father crafted. I don’t know when he built it but I recall first seeing it sometime in my mid-childhood years. Grandpa designed it to be foldable so it could be used in a travel trailer. The caned seat and backing have been replaced but the rest is original.
I had to include the next one because I'd never seen anything like it. From Wikipedia Commons photos, this is a Hungarian"Neo-Renaissance" rocking chair for children. Look at this craftsmanship! How clever the design, with the lion's tail sweeping up to form handles, or the head of the lions could be grasped. Two small children back to back could use it and each have something to hold onto.
1805, maple, Shaker style rocker
Michael Thonet, a German craftsman, created the first bentwood rocking chair in 1860. This is the style rocker I had when my children were infants. The sides weren't as ornate as this original Thonet, but the design was the same. A terrific "Rockabye Baby" rocker. The downside to its comfort and rockability was too often it put me to sleep faster than it did the kids.
Of the three indoor chairs I have, the one below is my favorite and the most sentimental to me. It has a name: Doris. It has this name because it belonged to my dear, dear friend, Doris Bardon. For 20 years Doris and I were two-piano partners, the two grand pianos being in her home. I played the Steinway, she played the Yamaha. We enjoyed exploring and working hard to master Baroque, Classical, Romantic and contemporary piano music, practicing and rehearsing it so that we could share our love of music with friends twice a year at private dinner parties. This chair is one of two rockers Doris had in home, identical color, similar styles. When she passed away in 2006, I chose this one, what I think of as her kitchen phone chair, for myself. We could not get through a rehearsal without her phone ringing - she loathed answering machines - and she'd always take the call, saying to me, "I'm expecting.....to ring back", or "That better be....I've been trying to reach her/him since yesterday." She'd sit in this rocker while talking and after ending the call she'd turn the phone ringer to Off and say, without apologizing for the interruption in our work she'd return to the Yamaha, look at her music and say,
"Oy vey. Where were we?"