I discovered mom's stool in the garage.  It was rusted so the next fire we had going we put it into the fire to burn the rust off.

Here it is bare and plain.  I remember it as being metal with a vinyl pad on top.

Here's a tiny piece of that pad that's left.

Daddy loved mom in shades of red.  Mom's stool will be red. 

 After many, many years I am calm.  I am happy.  Even though I am living in my child hood home there are few memories.  I am at peace in my home life.  I want to make peace in my work life.

 



Life is good.  Have a great day.