“For where your treasure is, there will be your heart be also” Matthew 6:21.
Sunday, our daughter Starla May called to inform us she and our son-in-law Bruce would take us to see their 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 collectables and keepsakes in advance of the arrival of the furniture and other belonging to arrive by semi on Tuesday.
We were excited and anxious to see the large house and help, a change of pace for us.
Monday evening, after dinner I decided to prepare a pot of hearty vegetable beef soup and baked zucchini bread, planning ahead for the homeowners to enjoy at the end of a busy work day.
Tuesday morning we saw the spacious home. We did not see the 33 homes Starla and Bruce toured before their purchase. Although it was clear to see the choice is a perfect fit for them.
We focused our eyes on the sizable stack of large and small boxes in a room and the four of us went to work carefully unpacking the contents and clearing the room of the recyclables.
I thought we had seen everything, including the fine paintings that lined the floors of two rooms waiting to find their place on walls through- out the home.
She asked if I saw the sunroom. I informed her I saw the white wicker furniture and glass topped tables.
Starla suggested we take a closer look at the room and a view from the windows of the landscape outside.
As we were exiting that lovely room; I noticed a well-weathered screen door leaning against the wall by the door , much like I remembered on the back porch of our home when I was a kid. The unique thing about her find, attached behind that fully screened door is a poster-like image of a woman wearing a white apron over her housedress, much like my mom wore back in the day.
More than that, the lady behind the screen door looked like my mother. I looked at Starla and remarked that it looked like her grandma Lynch. The lady looked a lot like her great-grandmother in her younger years as well. She said that was the reason she purchased the old door.
Her conversation piece and treasure brought back memories from our stores of her grandmother and mine.
All too soon it was time to go home to Tootie, the lonesome girl behind our door.
That night I could not sleep. I thought about mother. She would call us in from behind our old back porch screen door. “Come on in to eat and wash your hands. I made vegetable beef soup and homemade yeast bread!” We sure consumed a lot soup on Saturdays.
Memories linger, we treasure the best and love lives on.
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