IT'S A BRIGHT SPRING
MORNING AT THE CALLISON HOME in MARCH, 1935
In a medium sized town, in an affluent neighborhood, on a
tree lined street, and in a large, well kept house lived the Callison
family. It was a sunny March morning in 1935 when Charles,
patriarch of the family, entered the dining room and greeted his family.
"Thank you, Hannah,"
Charles smiled as he took the cup of coffee that the Callisons' faithful
housekeeper offered to him before he walked over to his wife
He kissed her lovingly on the cheek. "Morning, dear. I can't
stay for breakfast today because I've got to get to the office for
a meeting with Douglas."
He sipped his coffee as he walked about the dining room gathering his jacket and
"Not even some toast, Honey?" Francis'
shoulders seemed to slump in disappointment. She could remember when, not
so long ago, Charles would never miss a breakfast with his family. He was
a firm believer in a family being together for both breakfast and dinner.
"I really can't, Francis. I do
have a business to run."
Charles and Francis' oldest son, looked up from the morning edition of the Daily Post.
are you meeting Douglas so early, Dad?
Nothing critical, I hope?"
"No, son, just routine business. Douglas just
wanted to meet early today. He mentioned something about having plans this
afternoon." Charles handed his cup to Hannah and then grabbed his
coat and hat and headed toward the door. "I'll see you for dinner,
Dear!" He called out as he reached for the doorknob. "And
I better be seeing both of you boys at the office shortly!"
"That reminds me. I've got a meeting myself
with advertising at nine." Reginald pushed his chair back from the
table before grabbing his newspaper and going to retrieve his jacket from the
back of the large chair in the living room.
"I've got to go, too, Mom." Middle son
spoke up as he wiped his mouth and left the table. "I've got an
article due this afternoon and I still have lots of work to do on it."
"Well, don't forget to take Maggie
to school as you go." Francis began scurrying around the living room
gathering up books and jackets for her children.
"Okay, Mom," Trevor smiled as he turned
towards his little sister. "C'mon, squirt. If you don't hurry
up, I'm leaving you!"
"I'm not a squirt! I'm a young woman! And
you're not leaving me!" Maggie asserted as she shook her fist at
Trevor. Neither Trevor nor Francis could help but laugh. Trevor and
Maggie had always enjoyed picking on each other.
"Yeah, okay, if you say so." Trevor helped
Maggie on with her jacket before they headed out the door. "Bye, Mom,
have a good day!"
After Francis waved good-bye to them, she shut the door
quietly as if not to disturb the silence that now filled her home. She
leaned against the door as she let out a heavy sigh and tried to remember when
all her children grew up. With a slight smile on her face, she walked back
into the dining room to sit and finish her breakfast alone.