Watching for Daddy Through the Store's Bay Window
Momma did not know the real reason as to why I always kept looking out the window.The old cars all pass by in minute intervals as I stare out the bay window of what is now my Momma's old country store. Red ones, blue ones, gray ones, and white ones all motor by at almost a snails pace. It makes me smile to watch them with a hopeful feeling.Granddaddy, now that he retired from The Country Hearth, the store he founded and just six months ago turned over to Momma to run, sits in his rocking chair out fron...