Thanks for tolerating my nosiness.
We're having such a lovely weekend. Today would have been Mr. Maryn's father's 100th birthday. The brother is here, and we're going through boxes and boxes of old photos, telegrams, scrapbooks, passports, diplomas, valentines, letters from WWII, etc. It's fascinating, if moldly. (There was a fire where much of this was stored, and what didn't burn got wet.)
Anyway, it's pretty cool to see Mr. Maryn and Brother so interested, sharing childhood memories, and occasionally moved, like when they found the telegram about their uncle dying. The phone was just too expensive, or maybe there wasn't a phone at one end? We don't know.
Maryn, who's going to sort and store this stuff much better