THE HOUSE ON SEMINARY AVENUE

I sure liked that house, and for a number of reasons, as follows:

The city of Richmond, Virginia has, to my mind, an elegance about itself. It probably exuded that same elegance back when it was the Capitol of the Confederacy. The signature boulevards, the well-built brick homes, its pace of life make it a really nice place to live.

When dear son, then a single man, bought the house on East Seminary Avenue, I was delighted. The avenue is well-lined with trees, is a quiet neighborhood, and the house itself was well-built - I mean, REALLY WELL-BUILT. I was amazed at the thickness of the beams holding up its slate roof. It was built of brick (of course), and had a good-sized, enclosed backyard. I contributed to the latter by building granddaughter Kelly a sandbox with strict instructions to lower the canvas roof each night to keep the cats away.

It was from there that I had the opportunity to walk granddaughter to preschool, at a nearby church, and occasionally play my guitar in the classroom. I didn't like the teacher, Mrs. Z_____, for being too strict with the youngsters, particularly those (shall I name one?), who talked too much in class!!

This beautiful home saw a wedding and was the birthplace of my three grandchildren -- precious memories.

More, later.