As of just a few days ago, people who visit us at the Manse – and you know you are all welcome, any time! – are greeted by Kitty the Lion on the front porch. Kitty was a gift to Raymond and me from our dear friend and former Montreal Gazette colleague Lynn, and until a few days ago was a mainstay of our back deck in Montreal. But we knew that it (he? she?) would end up at the Manse sooner or later, and now it has happened: Kitty sits proudly but welcomingly at our entranceway in Queensborough.
I first wrote about Kitty the Lion – and more particularly about Lynn, whom I also fondly call Kitty (as she does me) – in a post here; if you’re in the mood for a charming story (from Lynn/Kitty) about leaving your childhood home, and at the same time leaving your mark upon it, you owe it to yourself to read it.
“This is a nice house” was the mark and the message that Lynn left on her childhood home, as you’ll see if you read the story. And you know what? Those are also good words for my childhood home, the Manse, which I left in great sadness at age 15 in 1975 and came back to, full of trepidation but also joy, when Raymond and I bought it in January 2012.
And I have to say it’s been nothing but a great big lovely adventure since. So here’s to childhood homes, to my friend Kitty who brought us a great story about them – and especially to Kitty the Queensborough Lion.