I have written about the dark, open door of the mountain poor in the 1950s. I told about Grandma’s house and her locked screen door. Student nurse safety locks were a memory, too.

No matter how diverse my memories about doors are, I still love them. I think of the picture of the wood door without the latch where Jesus stands, about to knock. It’s a closed, but welcoming door.

On my wall, I have three small paintings of closed doors. Each is a different color.

I like pictures of shut doors. I admire their beauty. But, if a door is open, it arouses my curiosity!

Nancyann (Dec. ‘14) adds, “The ‘ajar door game from 2014’ triggered many thoughts and memory doors for me.”

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