As a child, one of my favorite destinations was my Aunt Margaret’s house.  Margaret was my father’s older sister and my godmother, as well as an artist; not only an artist in the sense of being a fabulous painter (which she was) but in life itself. She loved and celebrated life and saw everything through a child’s eye.   Tall ship off Galveston- Margaret Hynes   On our visits to Aunt Margaret’s house, we would start our journey on the Bayou south of Houston by driving to Galveston County Park; a landscape filled with white-washed wood pavilions among a canopy of oaks with white-washed trunks with arching branches draped in beards of Spanish moss. My sisters and I would chase each other…