The reflection in the mirror reminded me of a day gone by.
A day where I was a child.
Days where I loved to hear stories of the reflection of another.
I would visit our neighbors, Mr. Elder and his two sisters.
We would climb the narrow, windy stairs to his special room full of books,
a wood burning stove, and a jar full of candy.
He would share stories of a time gone by.
A time spent living in San Francisco during the earthquake of 1906.
Oh the images he would create.
Then it was back down those stairs where his sisters would serve tea in the parlour.
The parlour was full of windows, more books and stories.
There usually were fresh cookies from the oven and beautiful cups of tea.
As a child I loved the experience of visiting with these three,
but not until now have I realized what a treasure they were.
Do you have memories from your childhood that you treasure now?
