There's a story behind it

There's a rumor I may have visitors this holiday season, so I'm trying to rearrange/organize the house. I'm starting in the kitchen because that's where people usually enter. My kitchen theme is antique versus country so there's no reason a manatee should be on my wall.
But there's a story behind my manatee. I can't remember if my mom or Aunt Mary gave it to me, but they were both there for my story with the manatee. My kids, my mom, and I were with Aunt Mary and she was taking us places we might get to see manatee. Manatee have no set schedules and are not creatures of habit so they're unpredictable and were endangered at the time so sightings could be slim. We stopped at a river and thought we saw one. I immediately became too excited to think rationally and swam out in the water-you can swim with them but not towards them. We had seen a manatee and in a mater of minutes she came very close to me and I rubbed her belly. She indicated she liked the rubbing by waving her flippers and came back for more. Then she dove down and rubbed her back on my feet. Then back up to the top for a belly rub and back down to my feet. The kids swam out to me and she went out to them too. Then, she just disappeared. We treaded water for a couple of minutes and talked about what a remarkable experience that had been and while my kids and I were talking she swam back to us with her baby. She not only came back, but brought her little one.
That plastic manatee reminds me that dreams come true when you least expect them to. Sometimes, after a rough day, I drag my butt through the kitchen and that plastic mammal makes me smile no matter how tired I am.
There are three barstools at the bar and they have their story too. They are over 30 years old. They have paint on them and are of different heights. But  a long time ago, Dwight worked as a carpenter and helped make chairs and stools. I think this was his first paying job that didn't involve babysitting or yard work.  His boss was a wonderful man named Charles Christian. Some of Charles' chairs have sat in the white house. I'd like to think that they're still there.
There are cake pans on my walls. Some came from Dwight's mom and some came from my own mom. They both made extra money selling cakes and loved to make them for family. I didn't get to see any of Betty's cakes, but I remember the doll cakes my mom made for me and how much I loved them. I always felt sorry for kids with store bought cakes because mom's tasted better.
So my organizing not going as planned and if you should see something a little out of place, I'm sure there's a story behind it.