









I made room on my premier bookshelf for my most precious cobra, that my brother bought me in Mexico in 1978. It should have been on this shelf many years ago!



A family photo from 1906. My grandma, who passed away in 1983, in front-center, born in 1888.
My great-great-step- grandfather died after a hit-and-run in Minnesota.
Helen, my grandma’s sister (on the right), died as a young woman from a doctor’s mistake.



I passed on this last week (ARC thrift store half-off Saturday) because every single page had writing on it, which is a shame because this is a $35 book from two years ago. Dad bought it today as it was now half-off ($4 > $2), but I can’t stand it when people write in books like this.



Wow, this book is right up my alley… wait… aw.
