by Shirley Bahlmann
As we drove down Main Street in our historic little town of Ephraim, Utah, one of my sons pointed to a sandblasted rock sign in a front yard and asked, "What does 'House of Seven Gables' mean?"
I shifted in my seat. "Do you see those little pointy roofs?" I asked, aiming my finger at a gable jutting from the old house's roof line. He nodded. "Those are called gables," I explained. "That house has seven of them."
"Big deal," my husband said from the driver's seat. "I think we should make a sign for our house and stick it in our yard."
My interest piqued, I straightened in my seat and looked at him. "What would our sign say?" I asked.
"House of Two Toilets," he intoned.
He shrugged while our son giggled in the back seat. "That's every bit as important as seven gables, if not moreso."
What else could I say? He was absolutely right.
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