Magee, MS. June 1984. The summers of my childhood always lumbered carelessly
towards fall. The summer of 1984, however, was different. That summer, the
excitement had a pronounced pace…the anticipation had a palpable tempo. The
construction noise of our new home became the soundtrack for the summer. Just as
the various crews skillfully put together the brick and mortar to form the house, we
watched mom thoughtfully orchestrate all of the interior components.
The quantity of decisions she had to make fascinated me. She knew my level of
interest was high. Every conversation we had was about some element of the interior.
Mom and I painstakingly discussed each decision. We would conference endlessly.
Once a decision had been made, it was by no means final. If needed, any topic once
considered closed could certainly find its way back onto the agenda. She was always
happy to consider it again. However, there was one choice she made, that, once
decided, we never revisited…wallpaper.
Still, to this day, I don’t understand how the same person could employ such quick
decision making on wallpaper, but not any other topic. It took 6 months to select
hardware for the kitchen cabinets. She selected the kitchen wallpaper in 6 minutes.
She chose wallpaper for several rooms and all of her selections were beautiful.