THE STAIRWELL

Up this stairwell we climbed I remember sliding the rail as a child and if mother knew there would be heck to pay ! The newel post my fathers hat always hung,we came down many mornings with anticipation of Christmas, or to wake up and smell momma's Sunday breakfast almost ready to serve .I remember my father calling upstairs to wake me up for school and on a cold Cleveland morning I never wanted to get up . I remember climbing those stairs almost a million times, and now that my Mom and Dad are gone all that is left is a picture and lots of memories . But my most favorite memory of all, is that of coming down those steps one beautiful Saturday morning in my wedding gown.Now its dusty because mother is not there to dust it and I do not think the new owners will ever know the fond memories my family and sometime not so fond of that beloved stairwell!