When I was a little girl, my Mom took me (and my siblings) to visit Magnolia Manor, a Victorian mansion that dates back to 1869 and has been visited by Ulysses S. Grant, in Cairo, Illinois.
I don’t remember much about that visit, aside from an antique cradle and doll that I fell in love with and insisted I must have for Christmas.
That year, Mom, Dad, and Uncle Johnny spent hours in the garage, making wooden doll cradles for my sister and I. Mom still has them tucked in her attic, and one day my little girl will play with it, just as I did.
In the meantime, every time I see a magnolia flower or a magnolia tree in bloom…
I am reminded of the love that was poured into a wooden cradle.