I put the high chair in the basement seven years ago, when my daughter got old enough to sit at the table. At first, I kept it because I thought I might have another child. That window eventually closed, but the high chair stayed.
This high chair was not a family heirloom, but it was a solid wooden construction, rare among the plasticized aisles of Babies R Us. It had been a generous and unexpected gift from a family friend, who had memories of her own daughter in a wooden high chair.