This is a welcome sign given to me by my sister, Carol. I love it. I hung it by my front door. It hangs by a rawhide string on a nail driven into the mortar. It is made of slate. She knew I love light houses. I am expecting to meet my future Grandson-In-Law and my future Granddaughter-In-Law soon. I expect to have this welcome sign out. If you ever come see me and don't see this sign, don't think you are not welcome. Sometimes when the wind comes out of the northeast it makes this sign bump against the brick. I always fear the slate might break, so when I hear the bumps, I hurry out to get it and put it inside to keep it safe until the wind dies down again.
