The Oak Door Knocker

Early in our long, anxious search for a place where we could live out the rest of our days in content after we left Foley Mountain, we began buying and making small presents for the as-yet unknown new home. Shuffling through such things as several towels with leaping deer woven on them and a small quilted Amish diamond wall hanging was heartening. Amused, we recognized that at 59 we were building a hope chest for an unknown future. Late one …

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