So who is the woman who left me this room full of unfinished business?

The chortling cherub is my mother, sitting in the grass with her mom and her baby sis.  Oh, look.  She has a soft huggy rag-doll.

And check out all the diapers hanging on the line behind them.  Lord, diapers on a scrub-board!  That's punishment!  Poor grandma!

 Mom and Dad's wedding picture.  They look so darn young and scared to death.

 Here's Mom, her grandfather, Raphael Stoltz, her mom, Monica Stoltz Ivancovich, and mom's first-born, Philip Albert.

 Dad was a lumberman, and world war II was a good time for lumbermen.  Here's mom right after the war in her furs.

Mom and Dad at their fiftieth anniversary.

 Mom loved deep sea fishing off the Oregon coast.  The skippers all loved her because she would pack huge lunches and feed everyone.  Of course,  some of her fellow charterers were often guys who had spent the previous evening drinking, playing cards and smoking cigars.  then they would roll out, feeling a bit green to start with, and get onto a cold boat stinking of diesel fuel, head out into a choppy ocean in the dim dawn, and this sweet, granny offers them a nice ham sandwich.  Yuuurp!

Mom on her 70th birthday.  She lived to be 93. Or 94.  There's some question.









This room cleaning is helping me a lot.  I'm able to let go of a lot of resentment and forgive a lot of failures.  It was harder to forgive them while she was alive because there was every chance she would repeat them.  It's safe, now.

I've been sharing a lot of old family photos on facebook, and a number of nieces and nephews have been having a family reunion around them.  It's kind of fun.

Thanks for the help with the room cleaning.  I'll let you know tomorrow how things have gone.