Rounding third: Big surprises in all those boxes
My mother always had her secrets. I found a few recently as I emptied boxes from her final rented storage space. Yes, as I wrote a few weeks ago, I’m still slogging away. I tackled the biggest job first: digging through photo album after photo album filled with strangers – to me. The mega-dozens of her white-haired playmates were group-posed in front of Lake Louise, or Waikiki Beach, or the passion play at Oberammergau, Germany. My mother got around. And because wanderlust was her middle name, many dozens, maybe even hundreds, of her senior citizen friends traveled the country and ...