The Finish Line

One shelf of many shelves

My husband and his siblings are reaching a slide into the finish line.  Mom's house has been sold (for full price) and house must be emptied in two weeks. So much to do by then, but at each step forward in removal, a closet is opened and more boxes are there.

From Wales which goes to ????

They have not headed up into the attic.  I know what is up there:  A box of sentimental items, a chest of her mother's letters, and a silk wedding dress from 1920.  More of this and that lying in layers of dust, will be assessed as value vs. sentimental value. 

Apparently a very small city

One of twelve + boxes of photos, nicely arranged and scrap-booked.

Consequently, I am re-posting for a few days here and there.  AND I invite readers to head over to my other blog: Long Road Back Home

Wish us all luck.  It is hoped boxing gloves will not be needed.