When you hear Waxahachie, you think antique stores and Gingerbread houses.  The reflections on the windows and the collections within are just wonderful.  Maybe they do not qualify as “fine art” subjects, but I love them.  I cannot walk through any of them without memories of my grandmothers cabinets, something that my mother loved or something that Aunt Lily used to serve Sunday dinner..  An old trunk  a tiered table for whatnots, the old office chairs, etc.  I try not to be overcome too often by these sentimental moments as my house would soon look more like an antique store that it does! this one is a “two-dayer” not finished!