When I was a lad, summering (!) in South Philly, I and my siblings roamed the historic district and befriended a guide at Independence Hall. There are two “Rising Sun” chairs (visible in the cartoon), one a replica that they rotate with the real one to reduce its exposure. The off-duty one they keep in a closet, and my butt was allowed to grace the seat– the real one– where Washington once sat. That was in the years around the Bicentennial– I was in Philly for that, too. BFD (I was only 13).
Of course if I sat in it now, it would explode into splinters.
When I was a lad, summering (!) in South Philly, I and my siblings roamed the historic district and befriended a guide at Independence Hall. There are two “Rising Sun” chairs (visible in the cartoon), one a replica that they rotate with the real one to reduce its exposure. The off-duty one they keep in a closet, and my butt was allowed to grace the seat– the real one– where Washington once sat. That was in the years around the Bicentennial– I was in Philly for that, too. BFD (I was only 13).
Of course if I sat in it now, it would explode into splinters.