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This was my high chair when I was a kid, used for all of my younger sibs too. My parents had gotten it from their grandparents and kept on using it, and I have no idea how old it is. It has survived many generations of use.
Maybe somebody like Sipp can date it.
It's one of the many items I retrieved from my parents' house. One cool thing about it is that you can climb up it to get into it.
Could this be manufactured today as child furniture? I doubt it. Too dangerous, vulnerable to lawsuits, etc. However, this fine thing will have a long future unless the Feds arrive to charge me with child endangerment.
If a dopey kid falls out of this chair and cracks its head open, it's just Darwinian, isn't it?
Nobody will save your stainless steel and plastic high chairs for posterity, but I think this one has a long future somewhere in the Bird Dog family.
To make it completely "safe" all you have to do is saw about a foot off of each of those legs (not that I'm recommending that for this sturdy heirloom). Virtually every safety issue with high chairs has to do with the fact that they are elevated to reach an adult-height table. It is mostly for the convenience of the parents, anyways. Get the kid a small chair and a small table to go with it. He can use it to draw/paint on, too. For special occasions, a phone book on a regular chair with arms will do.
Could be somewhat later; simple country chairmakers kept the style of their youth alive for a loooong time. I'd certainly not put it any later than 1890s, though, and more likely closer to your estimate.
This is just one more lovely way that we used to teach children--from babies on--to analyze risk, develop muscle and co-ordination and finally make decisions and live with the consequences.
We don't include that education in our early childhood development process anymore! Now, we just spoon feed them until they get tenure somewhere, or until they've won a lawsuit against some poor lame male!
As for me--I went from climbing out of my potty seat (concussion on the tub next to it) to falling off this high chair, to climbing trees, to climbing mountains!