Melrose
Porch swings, trailing wisteria vines, crocus that look like Easter eggs, buttercups and chirping birds-all senses are invaded with memories of our childhood. Visits to grandma’s home included stories told, stories heard, and stories embellished upon. The best possible gift-here we were taught the lessons it had taken our grandparents a lifetime to learn. All this beauty, and a legacy too, were set in the old South-and in the Melrose.
