Cradle

I did have a lovely Jenny Linde baby bed for my son that was given me by the paternal Grandma...but it had to be left behind when we had to run for our lives from him, the Father. His Mother said to run as far as we could away..that is what we did. There is a story..about a baby bed anyway.

What a lovely memory! Life really did feel simpler back then—one family cradle shared across generations, cradling every little one until they outgrew it. It’s touching how something so modest could hold countless stories and create bonds through time. The part about your sister’s child pretending to need the bathroom just to join in is adorable—it perfectly shows how clever and determined kids can be to stay in the mix. Nowadays, many cradles are made of plastic, and while they’re practical, most only last a few years. With proper care and storage, they might last a bit longer, but they lack the timeless charm of the wooden ones from the past. A cradle wasn’t just a sleeping spot—it was a part of childhood, filled with laughter, innocence, and lifelong memories.

I remember cradles being popular way back when.

What a lovely thing! In our time we had swing like cradle .