those were the standards for a middle-class family at the beginning of the twentieth century. Love manifests itself in so many different ways. Seeing the face of a beloved upon coming home lifts one’s heart. Doing something for someone, even as simple as putting out his or her favorite knife for meals, cleaning the bathroom sink, knowing he will be the first to use it early in the morning, shows love. Likewise with getting a favorite daily calendar before the new year starts, thus anticipating a wish. The small, loving, daily gestures, that’s what counts, not the jewelry or outside and inside, like the protruding cantilevers of the bookcases repeated in the wide rims of the urns always filled with greenery. Being in the transitional spaces was pleasing: the entrances, the indoor or outdoor stairs, and especially sitting on the raised semi-circular porch. On the front porch we had two director's chairs with “WRIGHT” and “WRONG” printed on the back strap. The porch became our summer living room without walls, but with the large overhang providing shelter during the sudden rain storms in
Making bouquets to scale was one of my ways of showing my love for the house as well as celebrating life. Living in this house was a daily immersion in beauty, not just looking at or through the
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