Of course she saw a need for renovating the house, and so a lot of the furniture we had lived with and was part of home was discarded to make room for hers. We resented come of the procedures for things that meant much to us were of no value to her. Dad had given mother blue soup plates which we had placed on chairs on Christmas Eve many times when we went to Grandma Underwoods for oyster soup supper which was a traditional affair and when we came home we always found candy, an orange, and other treasures in these dishes. When we moved into the house when Dad and Nora left I found those dishes in different places, some in the attic with mouse poisoning in them scattered around in different places. I gathered them up for my grandchildren and some of them have one. Another thing Edith and I valued highly were our postcard albums. They were large black albums which held three or four hundred postcards. They were valued because of the collections we both had of postcards. It was a fad at that time to send cards for no reason, no birthday, no trip or nothing special mention. I remember one I loved from the Miss Mullen who had stayed with Grandma Hague. It was cut out and when held to the light looked three dimensional with a lighted church and houses in the background. Some of the cards were comics, others of noted buildings, and some of lovely scenes and some just told a story of their own. We never knew what happened to those books and we have always really regretted the loss of them. Other things we valued were rescued from the basement and other places, for instance a number of glass dishes, etc, that Nora replaced with her own. One little incident always stuck in my mind. Shortly after Nora came, Dad started upstairs on Saturday morning. Who ever had cleaned upstairs which happened to be Nora had swept the dirt from the stairway to the bottom of the stairs and for some reason hadn't taken it up. We girls got a real scolding for that which Nora had done and she let us take the blame. That happened more than once. I remember when I was still home I would come downstairs and maybe Nora would ignore me until noon never saying one word. Other days all went well according to the mood she was in. all in all as I look back now I know she had her problems with five step-children and did a better job than most old maids could have done with no former experience of handling teen-agers. Her nephews Lynn and Verner Eaton loved to stay with us and we had lots of fun together. After Nora and Dad were married the boys had a brother Milo join the family much to the surprise of Nora and all of us as Minnie their mother, was well past forty - forty eight I believe. Frank Eaton their father carried mail out of Broad Ripple on one of the first 50 mile routes.

          end of part fifteen

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