I remember this highchair sitting in my parent’s dining room. When someone brought a child over and were staying for dinner, they were seated in this antique oak high chair. It was such a big ta-do that most kids ended up crying and sat on their parent’s laps.
The chair has elaborate carved detail, a cane seat and metal wheels. It can collapse into a walker. I am not sure of the age but I would assume it is from the late 1890’s-early 1900’s based on my ancestor’s age at the time.
I cherish this piece for its cannection to my acnsteors and my childhood home. I like to think of Bertha sitting in this chair being fed by her mom Emma.