The Cross House
Beverly, for her birthday, booked the full tour! She drove up from Texas and, after she stepped into the entry hall…she cried. And cried!
Sandy smiled at me, and I wasn’t quite sure what was happening.
“Oh, Ross! I’m soooooo sorry! I’ve read every blog post! And to suddenly be IN the Cross House feels like a miracle! I can’t believe I’m here! Really here!”
Ahhh, I understood now. Many, many years previous, I stepped into the living room of the Charles Rennie Mackintosh house in Glasgow. I had studied Mackintosh for well over a decade. Now, I was all alone in the famous White Room and, to my surprise, tears poured from my eyes.
I hugged Beverly. A kindred spirit.
Almost five hours later we had toured the first floor, basement, second floor, third floor, and carriage house. We all ached a little bit but Beverly and Sandy never wavered as we went from room to room and floor to floor. Beverly’s knowledge of the house was impressive. She really had read every blog post!
So, let’s all give a happy birthday shoutout to Beverly!