Good morning. This watercolor is of my ideal house. It speaks to me of family, summer, picnics, grandmothers and grandfathers, and of Southern women who always have the prefix "Miss" before their first name, like "Miss Ada." In the lazy Southern town where I spent a lot of my childhood, homes resembling this were abundant and behind every front door was an entry, a parlor and a "Miss Somebody." On Sunday afternoons, it was the custom of my grandmother and my aunts to go and visit these sweet ladies. More often than not, they were widows. It was tough for a ten year old little girl to sit perfectly still on the settee while the ladies exchanged cares, woes, and gentle laughter. I took in all the doillies, figurines and oval sepia tinted family portraits. Once in a while I had to recite a poem or some quotation I had learned at school. There was no escape. But, now that I've come to a place in my life where the children down the street call me "Miss Morna", I very much wish I had the house to go with the title.
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