When we go over the hill (from Fort Bragg to Willits) I enjoy watching the sunbeams coming down from through the trees. When I was growing I was very sick and I spent a lot of time with my grandmother on my father’s side – Granny Phillips. The bedroom I had looked east through some very old oak trees. When I would tell Gran that I had seen sunbeams she would always respond, “The angels slide down the sunbeams – that’s how they come down from heaven.” When I saw this photo my aged brain took me back 70 years!!!!!