the DOORS in Mission Hills had captured my heart...

It started with an errand.  I had to run something over to drop off at Brian Cane’s house in Mission Hills.  It was an otherwise normal day.  Until, that is, I started going down what might have been Fort Stockton Drive.  I don’t even know.  I lost track.  It was the door that caught my eye.  Actually, it was THE DOORS.

There were no other cars on the road so I stopped and put my car in reverse ~ mid-road.  I had to go back and check out the door that had a square window with a square wreath in the window.  I wondered if the owner had special ordered the square wreath or perhaps it was home-made.  What creativity. 

I got out of my car to take a closer look.  I then started walking the neighborhood to take pictures of the beautiful doors.  My errand was long forgotten.  I was captivated by the doors and the mysteries they held.

Each door was different and unique.  There was a door with a diamond window on the front but the owner had put a simple unadorned round wreath to the side, on the wall, avoiding nailing anything to the door.  The simplicity was beautiful.  Was it because the owner had been gifted with a unique sense of style or was the owner protecting that glorious door?

Were these the original doors from these historic properties?  Had the doors opened wide to let the local doctor rush in to help deliver a baby perhaps?  Had they not been opened with one hand as the groom held the bride with the other before stepping over the threshold?  Had they remained closed to lovingly protect the families as they shed tears of sorrow?  Had they not been witness to the family secrets locked safely away because of their very existence?  Had they endured the sun beating down on them day-after-day while still standing proudly with the responsibility of guarding the family inside?  What stories they would tell if only they could.

The sun was brightly shining on that crisp December day.  I had caught the magic of Mission Hills.  I was a believer.  I wanted to hear the stories.  THE DOORS had captured my heart.

Cindi