Ivy House & Druid's Monument as seen from intersection of Main Street and Cedar Ravine 1930s

This painting gets a grip on my heart. I can hear the rhythmic swishing of the windshield wipers and the low rumbling pitter-patter of the flathead V8 as the little engine waits patiently at the curb. I can see my breath in the crisp evening air and almost taste the fragrances of old wood and wet pavement. From across the street, the aroma of grilled ribs sizzling over manzanita coals wafts from the kitchen of the Ivy House while the sounds of rattling utensils and beverage induced jocularity spill invitingly into the glistening street. From the church, the iconic pipe organ is pumping out a medley of soulful hymns, and the soothing hum of worship and fellowship draw me irresistibly toward the weathered and welcoming doors. Father in Heaven, thank you for our memories of glad days long, long ago. SC