Rich: The band of angels Daddy believed in still protect our little house

The little house in which I was privileged to be raised, the same one I wrote of recently, needed its annual deep cleaning. This involves polishing furniture, mopping floors, scrubbing the outside doors, cleaning out the window sills and wiping down Mama’s cracked, ceramic canister set.

As I told you in a previous column, I bought this house when Mama died and freshened it up with a new kitchen and floors. I also took out two walls that made an amazing difference in transforming it from cramped to airy and inviting. Since that time, I have used it as an office and, from to time, I have used it to bless others like it has blessed me.