These pictures are the end of the pictures I took in Olympia on the day of Mother's funeral. We all searched within ourselves for a shred of humor and lightheartedness to ease the burden we all faced that day. I had to fly home immediately afterward because I had to start teaching at BYU on the first day of school the next day and we had just barely accepted the position there and moved to Utah. I still have many questions to ask Mother and even a gripe or two. She wrote me a letter every week of my struggles to get through college working nights and going to school days. These letters bolstered and supported me more than any financial help they might have given me but were unable to do. Some times her pen or pencil drifted off the page of the letter late at night while she was writing but it was always waiting for Ezra the mailman the next day to begin its journey to Laramie and help me keep going another week. And then another. And then she came to my graduation from the University of Wyoming in 1953 a degree she earned no less than I.