The last time I was involved with the Lakewood Home Festival was in 1988. I was 6, and I hated it with all of my heart. Our house was one of the those featured in the inaugural tour, meaning that for this winter weekend of 1988, the 12th year of the tour (yes, it started in 1976), I had to stay at my grandmother’s. Our house was in a state of cleanliness and order that not even M Stewart herself could find something to gripe about. At such an age of destruction and terror, I threatened that harmonious order, and was thus deported. However, what all of this indicates is that my mom was really worried about the appearance of our home, and rightfully so, as the Lakewood Home Festival is a tradition that embodies and represents the spirit and attitude of our community. It was, and still is, important.