Harper House
Slam – a – lam! The five of us jumped quickly from bed upon hearing the early–morning noise only to find that our mother, in her exasperation, had thrown a frying pan down the hall. Upon rising she found my fish in the tub, minnows in the lavatory and dishes in the sink. We hastily tidied up and I escaped to the pond. My favorite route was always by a beautiful Southern two–story home that glowed, radiantly as the sun rose behind it…the Harper House, a special homeplace.
