Mom Mom's Old Sweater Salvaged from Sandy

Now, keep in mind, I was compelled to return to NJ to salvage history which might some day enrich the Wimberg Legacy, primarily to honor my mom and dad. But every day that has passed, convinces me that there IS A BOOK IN THIS BASEMENT!  Unlike our Wimberg Websters in New Zealand and their awesome family journals, mom and dad's stories are in the letters, (prior to email, and photos, prior to digital).

But hey, there are other "COSAS" in this basement; things, stuff, Wimberg advertisements, treasures, or as the HOBBITS would say, "MATHOMS".

As the workmen with Aaron and crew from Chicago would say, "There are some cool old things down here, and you won't be able to find them at Walmart".

As the days got cold in November and one chore would lead to five more chores, I removed my shirt for one of those mathoms, MOM MOM"S OLD SWEATER!

There I am with my fabulous NEW-OLD SWEATER that has

pockets and incredibly great karma straight from Marion Wimberg!

(photo by Laura)

And...

There's my shirt (that I wore for five days straight) as I listened to Hawaiian music.

There's a woven Tongan fan, (mathoms like THAT love salt water and will survive any storm).

Am wearing my blue gloves, (Tried several gloves beforehand but couldn't perform detail work on photos so tips of fingers were getting tiny cuts and blisters. Thank you my favorite son, Don, the world needs problem solving dudes like you.)

There's that baby light in the background (...remember that?)

Of course, as in almost EVERY basement, the boiler and water heater! (Wouldn't it be great if someone designed functional items like that to be so beautiful they could all be placed upstairs in the middle of the living spaces...ya know, like the fire place used to be! Not down in basements where flooding occurs. Then SANDY or any hurricane that passes through wouldn't damage half as many!)

AND...above is the ceiling that mom and her bro, our Uncle Joe, painted years ago.  All those glorious pipes add to the ambiance which I have come to love...sort of!