The View

Brazil Buzz

By Mary Lou Sartor

“For where the treasure is, there will be your heart also” Matthew 6:21.

Friday, August 21, 2020, my article was titled Treasured Memories. That weekend our daughter. Starla May called to inform us she and our son-in-law Bruce May would take us to see their beautiful new home in Carmel on Tuesday morning at ten o’clock.

If her dad and I wanted to do so, we could help her open a few packing boxes of collectibles and keepsakes before the furniture and other belongings arrive by a semi from Scottsdale, AZ. We were excited and anxious to see the large home and help, a change of pace for us.

Monday evening, after dinner, I prepared a pot of hearty vegetable beef soup and bake zucchini bread, planning for the homeowners to enjoy at the end of a busy workday.

Tuesday morning, we viewed the spacious home. We did not see the 33 homes Starla and Bruce toured before the purchase. Though, it was a perfect fit for them.

We focused our eyes on the large stack of sizable and small boxes in the room, and the four of us handled the chore satisfactorily.

Afterward, we viewed and admired the fine paintings that lined the walls of two rooms.

She invited me into the beautiful sunroom. I saw the white wicker furniture and glass-topped tables. Starla suggested we take a closer at the room and a view from the windows of the landscape outside.

As we exited the lovely room, I noticed a well-weathered screen door leaning against the back wall near the entrance door. That old door looked much like I remembered on the back porch attached to our house when I was a kid. The unique thing about her find, attached behind the fully screened door, was a poster-like image of a woman wearing a white apron over her housedress, much like my mom wore back in the day.

The lady behind the screen looked like my mother. I looked at Starla and remarked that the leaning lady looked like her grandmother Lynch. She resembled her great-grandmother when she was young as well. Starla Gail said that is why she purchased the old door.

Memories linger, and love lives on…

All too soon, it was time to go home to Tootie Mae, the lonesome girl behind our front door.

Today, three years since the Mays made that move, they are busy moving into another new home in Carmel. Paul and I look forward to our visit and follow-up and learn if the lady behind the screen door also settled in.

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