She sat on her father's lap. He has just finished reading her a poem by a writer whose name she remembers today as Fiona McCall. It must have been a fortuitous moment, because in his heavy western drawl he said to her, "I'm gonna' call you my little Fiona!"
That moment defined a child who would become an inspiration to those who visit her gift shop. It's where treasures are found. The shop, Fiona's Gifts and Antiques, is nestled at 3463 N. Verdugo Road in Montrose. Fiona, now 91, has been there since 1961.
I was drawn to the shop because of the antique dishes, teacups and teapots. After several visits, I realized that the real treasure was Fiona herself. I thought of J.R.R. Tolkien's clue, posed in his novel, "The Hobbit": "A box without hinges, key or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid."