One hundred years ago, written letters (a common practice at the time) were being delivered to Adams Street in Quincy, MA. I had the fortune of driving by the actual residence just as they were set out for the weekly trash in 1995. There were approximately six large boxes of diaries, stamps, sheet music, and photographs. I had just started thinking about mixed media and recognized what turned out to be a wealth of material for me to work from. Over the last twenty years I have used them in my artwork. Most everything here is from that rainy day. At the time I was wondering what was in the boxes. It was pounding rain on a prominent street. Originally I only took about half the boxes. Later at a girls weekend in Cape Cod we pulled the boxes from the back of my automobile. Quickly we thought of a friend who lived a few towns away and asked him to drive to the residence and retrieve what was left of the beautiful artifacts. I am still cutting and pasting the original documents into my artwork. Timing and a keen eye is everything. I still go to garage sales and look for items with a soul. The beauty of ink on the paper captures my imagination.