Empty Rooms Part 2

Lots of people have been pitching in the help me pack and clear out: Bev Petrie, Aldo and Luisa, Deb Black, Jane Toeniskoetter, the Weiss’. Here are some of the results:Gauss’ office, ready for Bev to have at it with her carpet cleaner

Sewing/birdie room, nearly empty

Second floor hall closet, also nearly empty

Emilio’s stuff gathered in one corner of the basement

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