Reminiscing With J. C. Myers

There is no place like the Walnford. No bed so soft, no food so tasty, no chair so comfortable and no place more friendly than this humble home. My soul is nourished here. I am always at peace here and I always know where and who I am when I stand on the porch of the Walnford.

From my lofty window overlooking Seventh Street I peer out at history. A carriage from yesterday passes by and the elegant Addison House peers back at me from across the way. The sea is never more beautiful nor the sky more radiant blue than when it’s seen from my window at the Walnford.

A night at the Walnford is like an old southern cotillion, for all are pleasant and delighted to be there. From her porches the stars flicker more brightly and the night air is it’s freshest. Standing out at night I can feel my mother’s hand assuring me that all is well. I can hear my father’s praises and understand why first he brought us to the Walnford.

I walk the streets with confidence and in the highest esteem for I know I’ll be returning to the Walnford. When I rest for the last time I pray it is a rest so peaceful as I’ve rested in the warmth of the Walnford. No more comfortable could heaven be and no greater reward for earthly deeds than to spend a night at the Walnford.

This place, this time and these people are like a fountain of vitality for the soul. As I stand here I know my blessings. This is time to be cherished for memories like these will be few. For, there is no more special time than right here and now, standing at the Walnford with you.

Oh how I dream of spending another night at the Walnford with you.