As you were leaving the house, you toured the back grounds. There was magic everywhere you looked. Wreaths adorned the windows with big red velveteen bows, large wicker furniture was placed for seating on the huge brick veranda and wrap around porch, Magnolia trees and camellia bushes were huge and had probably been growing there for many years! It was a time etched in my memory!
That's all gone now. The home owner died and the house fell to a state of disrepair. Many of those old mansions in this area, were sold to attorneys who redesigned them for office space. I was never sure the story behind this favorite home of ours. It was torn down when I was in my early twenties. I remember driving by the home often and taking the time to remember all of the lovely Christmas teas we were a part of. See....you never know what stories reside in these old beauties. Those were joyous days of an Old-fashioned Christmas!