Cross Wall
In 2010, I took a job in Fort Worth, Texas, helping launch a new direct sales jewelry company. During that time, I met some of the kindest and most welcoming people I’ve ever known. When I visited their homes, I noticed something that immediately caught my heart. Nearly all of them had a wall covered in crosses. Some were made of wood, some metal, others glass, and each one felt like a reflection of the family who lived there. I had never seen anything like it before, but I loved it so much that I decided to start a collection of my own.

Over the years, I’ve gathered crosses from family, friends, and places that mark important memories in our lives. The cross on the far right hung in both of my daughters’ nurseries. The second from the right was made by my father-in-law as a wedding gift using driftwood he collected from their cabin in Mississippi.
The smaller wooden cross, third from the left, came from a family trip to Three Rivers, Texas, where my husband’s family is from. That same trip is where our youngest daughter got her first haircut. The rest were given by loved ones or found during travels, each one carrying its own story.
When we moved into Pauline Manor, I wasn’t sure where the cross wall would go. For six months, they stayed packed away while we tackled renovations and tried to make this old house feel like home. Today, they finally found their place again. They now hang proudly above the main entryway, greeting everyone who walks through the door.
Seeing them here feels like a full-circle moment. They connect our past homes to this one and remind me of the people and places that have shaped our lives. It’s not just a wall of decoration. It’s a collection of memories, faith, and family, now perfectly at home inside Pauline Manor.



