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Yesterday was a busy day - I had to get my 9 hours of work done in 6 so that I could get to a doctor's appointment. Apparently I have a sleeping disorder - not apnea as such, but something similar, and the treatment is the same, a breathing machine. I'm not looking forward to that, and elwing won't be happy, either, because she doesn't sleep well with noise in the background, even so-called "white noise".

On another topic, over the weekend elwing got ambitious and pulled out five storage tubs of stuff that my mother left us, mostly photographs, post cards from various locales, all sorts of documents including the results of her first driver's test and her high school report cards. Two interesting things came to light in the first perusal. The first was that after all these years I finally learned when my parents were married. After the divorce my mother didn't speak about my father or their history together, and in fact she even went through all the photos she had and cut him out. But we did find a copy of their marriage license. They were married on May 16, 1948.

The other thing was that my mother apparently had a boyfriend who was killed during the war. There are copies of letters sent to the War Department asking how and where he had died, but there are no replies, so there's still a mystery there. I realize that my mother was a typical girl and probably had several boyfriends, but somehow it's funny to see proof.

Let me know the boyfriend's name and where he probably lived before the war. I'll probably be able to find out how/where he died.

Aside from looking through those tubs of stuff, did you and elwing decide to do anything with them? I was fairly effective at scanning photos from my mother's photo albums. two years ago, but then I ran out of steam on that project, so I still have some boxes of photos, documents, yearbooks and other assorted mementos, cluttering up my bedroom. (All of these passed the initial keep/discard test when we were clearing out my parents' house.)

Plus there's my grandmother's vintage Singer sewing machine in the middle of the living room, which I can't get rid of until I find the "right" place for it, according to fuzzy equivalences of sentimental value with monetary value...

MarleysGh0st wrote:Aside from looking through those tubs of stuff, did you and elwing decide to do anything with them? I was fairly effective at scanning photos from my mother's photo albums. two years ago, but then I ran out of steam on that project, so I still have some boxes of photos, documents, yearbooks and other assorted mementos, cluttering up my bedroom. (All of these passed the initial keep/discard test when we were clearing out my parents' house.)

Plus there's my grandmother's vintage Singer sewing machine in the middle of the living room, which I can't get rid of until I find the "right" place for it, according to fuzzy equivalences of sentimental value with monetary value...

elwing has contracted with the son of a friend to scan documents. She's been sorting through the piles - there are a lot of duplicates of the photographs, for instance - and when she's done he's going to convert them to digital and then burn a DVD so I can send it to my brother. I don't know what we're going to do with the originals.

My Mom also had an armed-services boyfriend, I believe a sailor if I remember the uniform hat rightly, about whom we know nothing; just a picture of them looking happy together. Found the same way as earendel found his. Don't have the soldier's name, & any who could have identified him are as gone as my Mom. (I believe my sister may have actually found this before my Mom died, but at a time when she wasn't much help in IDing things.)