If one must know, this is the chair that Miss Brown was required to sit on after her stroke.
No more was she allowed to just sit about anywhere as she was wont to do. No more was she allowed to sit on the flimsy, cheap black foldable chairs as she often preferred to do. And no more was she allowed to hang things on the chair she was going to sit on.
This chair, and its sisters, became the main pillars of support throughout the house. One was placed in her bedroom near the door where she could hold to the back as she swung herself out of bed. One was placed at the dining table where she could sit and have her meals. Then another was placed near the wall so that she could sit on it on her way to the kitchen.
The one in her room eventually doubled up as a hanger and shelf which she would toss her clothes over the back, hang her sling bag at the corner and place some of her belongings on the seat.
But the rest, especially the one at the dining table, they remained as they were.