Maggie’s parlor contained a “grand” piano and a bed. Simple and functional though it was, it would have been a place of family gatherings in the evening. And my aunt tells me where all the cousins would sleep when everyone came to visit. Even though the parlor depicted here is much finer than Maggie’s would have been, it depicts the quiet serenity of sitting with your family on a peaceful evening listening to a lovely song. I imagine the woman at the piano to be Maggie, the gentleman in the chair her husband James, and the curly haired girl to be one of their six girls whom they loved dearly.
This is such a beautiful, unique site. I just happened across it when looking for a way to make my own lanolin spray (you confirmed my guesses! :)). I am overseas and missing my Midwestern home terribly, and have found such comfort reading about your ties to your grandmothers. Thank you so much for sharing!!
Awww. Thank you so much for your comment Lindsay. It warms my heart to know that you find comfort in my memories. I hope that you visit again. Maggie’s house is always open.