BurningbirdThirty years ago I was living at my Dad’s in Yakima, going to college. That Sunday was a beautiful day, and Dad was outside in the garden as I was getting ready to go to work. I worked for a photographer who had a studio in the Yakima Mall. I liked working Sundays. Sundays were […]
My Mom kept everything from her high school graduation (class of ’51). This includes a copy of the graduation invite, all of the class pictures given to her from her friends, and photos from her class trip Victoria BC. I loved the messages from her friends. Evidently “swell” was _the_ word in 1951. And I […]
My Mom must have had over a thousand photos, some dating to the 1800s. It will take me months to scan them in and identify them. She had all my Dad’s WWII photos, her family, his family, and my brother and I. I gave her a Nikon Coolpix years ago, when she expressed an interest […]
The Friday after we moved into the new house, the very day after we unpacked the last box, I got a call from my brother: my mother had died. What followed was a frantic two days trying to arrange for a potentially long trip to Sandpoint, Idaho, in the midst of a snow storm here […]
February 27, 2015 My Mom died. March 1, 2015 I’ll be leaving for Sandpoint tomorrow, and probably not be back for three or so weeks. I’m Mom’s executor, and I have to set everything in motion to handle her estate closure remotely. Internet access will be erratic at best, so I may be quiet for […]