walk through the past

The car tires crunch up the slight incline of the gravel driveway. The sides of the car almost brush the two huge arborvitae that flank the drive. My feet walk on the curved sidewalk lined with oxalis. It's green clover leaves are topped with pretty pink  blooms. The steps to the front door are a peeling testament to layers of yearly fresh paint jobs. Each year sported a new coat of battleship gray or porch green. One column of wrought iron supports the overhang. On the left is a planter stand that holds terra cotta pots and an unexpected tiny stand that holds miniature black metal men's hats. I open the storm door and then the front door which sports the popular three rectangular windows in a diagonal row.

 

Once inside I see the hardwood floors, narrow oak strips, polished to a fine glow. On the left is a low comfy chair with enormous curved arms, wide enough to hold a well manicured hand and a bottle of Cutex pink nail polish and file. A three armed brass floor lamp lends a warm glow. On the right are two sage green barrel backed chairs separated by a three tier pie crust table. The table holds an elaborate collection of miniature pitchers. They are souvenirs from travels and adventures from family and friends. A grand console TV looms in the corner. I can almost hear Johnny Carson making jokes. Above the TV hangs a little corner cabinet. It has two shelves and a little cabinet on the bottom with two doors and tiny wooden pulls. On the wall to it's left hangs a picture of a beautiful western vista. A lone American Indian gazes peacefully from an outcropping of warm brown rock. Below it is a book case filled with classics. Gazing further left is a low mid century modern sofa, off-white with wide, low square arms. Flanked by side tables and lamps. The coffee table is an oval, mahogany pie crust edge table with a glass top. Under the glass is an elaborate doily. On top is a candy dish with a bronze top. The handle is an acorn. Inside is a three section glass insert with assorted candy. It may be homemade divinity, bridge mix (chocolate covered assorted nuts), ribbon candy or kisses.

 

Ok, by now you have figured out this is my Mamaw Brown's house. When I am stressed or can't sleep, I picture myself walking through this house. Next post I'll proceed to the rest of the house.