Mom's Tree House Apartment

Mom’s Tree House Apartment Step inside, warm feelings greet you… On the entryway wall, President Kennedy signed a condolence letter from 1962, addressed to my Grandma, thanking her for Grandpa’s service in WW1. Below, perched on an old credenza, the Milk Glass Chicken still delights her grandchildren with a treat hidden in the Baby Chick alongside! Glancing to the right, Dad’s Rosary collection (much used) hangs majestically, a reminder of long-gone family members from cloistered communities, Mom and Dad revered. In the living room, above the expansive soft couch that always finds a family member dozing peacefully after a long-journey home, a massive burl wood frame cradles A fox -hunting lodge scene, with participants positioned around a blazing hearth, regaling the hunt, while enjoying a pint. Consuming Dad’s last days, I joined him for countless hours deciphering every person In the painting, assigning rank and position to each, with intense minor details, Joyously discovered, as if for the first time! A memory Dad possessed from his youth, fox-hunting with his Dad. In her bedroom, along the wall, Dad’s English Saddle, gallantly laden with his favorite things, settles the atmosphere. I pick up his favorite red hoody, and still inhale his courage.