Dear
"granddaughter of the heart" Jessie Pendleton Rose sent me the following
memory of visits to Lockhart Lumber...
I was just remembering when my dad used to
take us on errands. One of the
stops was sometimes Lockhart Lumber. I
was so small I hardly remember it,
but I do recall walking into a dusty adventurous collection of wood and
shapes and towering masculinity, all coated with that dusty warm piney smell
of cut board. I don't even remember what
your husband looked like, but I do
remember jokes and friendliness, as though the shop was open to kids, not closed
off to us like bulls tied up outside the china shops. As usual, my dad would get caught up in
talking with Mr. Lockhart and the visit would stretch until we tugged hard
enough on his trouser leg. It's
wonderful in a small but important way for kids to go where they feel wanted!
Love
to you today, Jess
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