In Memory

Nan Bolstad with granddaughter Amelia Vermeulen, February 2009.

Nan Bolstad passed away on March 2, 2010.  Below is her obituary written by her daughter, Erika Bolstad.  

NANCY HARASETH BOLSTAD

Nancy H. Bolstad of Jefferson died Tuesday evening of heart failure. She was 63.

She was raised in Helena, Mont., a granddaughter of Norwegian homesteaders and a daughter of World War II veterans. A lifetime in Oregon helped diminish – but never fully extinguish – her belief that Montana is God’s country.

Nancy, who took on the nickname "Nan” in college, met her husband, William D.Bolstad, at Montana State University; they celebrated 42 years of marriage this fall. Nan had an English degree from Augsburg College in Minneapolis, Minn.

She worked as an editor, a gallery owner and a partner in her husband’s woodworking business. She was a role model to many craftspeople who sought to make a living from their art.

Nan and Bill raised their two daughters in Willamina and Salem, Ore. Each year, on May Day, Nan's daughters picked a bouquet of wild irises, placed it at the front door, rang the doorbell, and ran away. They still believe she was surprised.

Endlessly nosy and curious, Nan brought up a journalist and a teacher. She taught them to ride bikes without training wheels, to roll lefse so thin you could read newsprint through it, and to drive a stick shift.

She coached hundreds of students in creativity, taking three teams to the Odyssey of the Mind world championships.

As a Camp Fire Girls troop leader, Nan decided country girls who’d never stayed in hotels had no need for additional camping skills. Instead, she took them on an urban adventure in Portland. They departed the city with the ability to read a map, catch a bus and leave a tip.

When it came time to be a grandmother, Nan offered this child-rearing advice: vacuum while the babies are sleeping. That way, they’ll sleep through anything. Two generations of sound sleepers proved her right.

Her daughters thank her for their small-town childhood – as well as for their preference for wide-open spaces and their belief in the promise of faraway places.

Her husband will remember her by his side, in the passenger seat of one of their red convertibles, roaming Oregon’s back roads and coast.

Nan is survived by her husband; her brother, Ron Haraseth of Stevensville, Mont.; her daughters Erika Bolstad of Washington D.C. and Stephanie Bolstad of Miami, Fla.; and three grandchildren.

The family will have a private memorial in May, when the wild irises are in bloom. Please honor her with a contribution to Craft Emergency Relief Fund, PO Box 838, Montpelier, Vt., 05601

New Table Coming.

Bill Bolstad likes to have a newly designed table each year for the Guild of Oregon Woodworkers/Northwest Fine Woodworkers Spring showcase. This year the show will be held April 30--May2 at the Oregon Convention Center in Portland. His planning and designing of a new table is underway. The other day I went into our kitchen, and he was playing around with large pieces of cardboard, taping them together. Before the night was over he had made a cardboard table. Not very sturdy, but it was his first concept of a new table.

Today once again he worked on it, this time adding dowels, asking for my input on the design. I liked the addition of the dowels, even looked up where he could get different sizes. I also convinced him to make the base out of walnut. (He was going to have it stained black.) The top is a one-of-a-kind piece of beautiful Spalted Maple. Now he's off to Home Depot to get some "practice" dowels to use in his planning. He is documenting all the steps in the design/building process. I will hopefully share some of his photos with you. (This is a big deal--I am the photographer in our .)eam, but he's giving it a try,

Merry Christmas!

Bill and Nan Bolstad both wish everyone the Best of Holidays!
we are going to have a great 2010--hopefully no trips to the hospital.

How I spent my summer . . .

Well, we did not make it to San Francisco. I ended up in the hospital and rehab for over two months. And I had to have kidney dialysis for 3 months. My kidneys quit working. I have had to learn to walk again. But things are looking up--today I went up our stairs all by myself for the first time again--and I did it twice just to prove to myself I could do it. Bill has been working hard gettting out the orders we have plus we has had to learn how to use the computer. Good thing hee's a fast learner--he's done real well, and even learned some things about Quickbooks that I didn't know. Stephanie has been a great help for him, via the web and phone..

I will try to write some more in the coming days--my concentration level just isn't all that great.

San Francisco, here we come!

Bill and I will leave a week from today (Wednesday the 12th) for San Francisco and the ACC craft fair. It has been 20 years since we participated in this show! And we were even able to identify several names on the list.

It will take us a day to drive down there, a day to set up, then three show days, and 1 day to return home. Then the Bolstad Boxes summer tour will be finished! For the next week Bill will be finishing off a couple of tables, then it's load the van again, and set off on I-5.

Even artists need a vacation.

We just spent a week in Montana. Both Bill and I are originally from Montana and have family living there. Our daughter from Miami took her family to a sorority reunion in Bozeman, so we planned a mini-family reunion in Bigfork the following week. It's easy to forget how beautiful the mountains, rivers, lakes and areas inbetween really are,

We visited with Bill's 89 year old mother, Marge, and her 92 year old sister, Dorothy O'Flynn. They live together in Kalispell during the summer months. Our nephew Kyle was also there, taking a breather from his nationwide trip with an Airstream. Steph, Jacques, Elliott, Amelia and Samone, and Erika rounded out our family. Bill's sister, Sandy Walker and her husband Larry, decided they should join everyone. The group managed to leave lots of empty wine bottles around!

Bigfork, Montana is one place you never have to say "What can I do?" It's full of great outdoor activities. We went swimming at the family cabin on Flathead Lake. Kayakking on the Swan River and Flathead Lake. Hiking, or just walking, along old haunts in Ferndale MT, celebrating Sandy's 70th birthday (she's the big sister). It was a very relaxing and refreshing week.

But I forgot--our most important function all week was enjoying our grandchildren. Elliott (almost four) kept his grandpa entertained, But Samone and Amelia (age 7 months) kept us all with smiles on. The girls are just learning to crawl, they smile at everything, and their grandpa and grandma took turns hugging them a lot.

Our trip home took us first to Stevensville MT where we visited with my brother Ron and Judy. They live in the Bitteroot Valley, a very beautiful place. Then we set out for Oregon over Lolo Pass (Lewis and Clark travled through here.) We picked the hottest day of the century--in Orofino Idaho the bank sigh said "117".
Our car thermometer said 115. I said "That's hot!" At Lewistown ID we went south to Joseph OR. Or rather I should say we went south, then we went north, then we went east, then we went south, then we went . . . Get the picture? It was upgrade, down grade, switchback after switchback. But more beautiful sights, The area around Joseph has been on our "Places to See" list for a long time. we saw Enterprise, stayed overnight in Wallawa, saw where Chief Joseph was buried, went to Hell's Canyon (Snake River was w...a...y... down there). Then it was time to jump onto I-80 and I-5 and head for home. It was loverly!

Bellvue Art Fair

We have finished 2/3 of our summer tour--so far we have made it through okay. Our daughter Erika flew to Seattle and helped out in Bellvue. And I even took off one afternoon to see a movie! Thank goodness the show was the weekend before the Big Heat Wave. The show was about what we had experience there before. We left some tables at Elements Gallery. Then we were off for a weeks vacation.

Salem Art Fair

We start our summer "tour" this weekend with the hometown Salem Art Fair. This is the fair we have exhibited in the most, since it's near by. This year Bill gets to do it by himself. I am going to stay home and save up energy for Bellevue next weekend.

The Salem Art Fair has a wonderful location, Bush Park, under many majestic oak trees. For us, it is the only show we do that is truly outdoors. We're borrowing the white artisan tent; we got some cheapo waver board for the floor (need it to be level) and finished some tables and boxes. This is Salem's summer social event--everybody who is anybody volunteers in some way. I used to say I saw everyone I ever knew in Salem at the Art Fair. Just hope they're willing to part with some $$$ this year.

My favorite thing at the Salem Art Fair is when "the fat lady sings", or in this case, the bagpipe band marches through the park squealing away at 5 pm Sunday. It means its all over for another year.

The Retail Side of Business

Our summer of retail shows has arrived. Last summer we decided to apply to one retail show--and that later translated into four. We are scheduled to take part in the Salem Art Fair, Bellevue ArtFair, and San Francisco ACC. We are on the waiting list for Art in the Pearl. This will be augmented by a week in Montana visiting family, with both daughters coming . The nice part--Erika is going to meet us in Bellevue, help with the show, then ride to Kalispell with us. Steph, Jacques and the three grandkids are going to Montana for a reunion of Steph's sorority, then driving up to Kalispell. We are excited about seeing Elliott, Amelia and Samone. The girls are just starting to crawl.

Bill is busy getting new work for Bellevue and San Francisco. We had planned to have several bright colored tables, but . . . they all were sold at our Las Vegas show, so he is making all new ones. On Monday we picked up our wood that had been infused. He is currently cutting out tables and has several commissions to finish up also.

The Salem Art Fair is the first. While it is pretty close by, I am not going to go to it; Bill will handle it himself. I will stay home and store up energy for the next week in Bellevue and trip to Montana. San Francisco is two weeks later; we will have time to come home and wash our clothes before we are off again. So lots of things to look forward to in the next 6 weeks.

The Bridge

Hoover Dam has served as a bridge between Nevada and Arizona since it was built. As a child, I had always heard of this manmade wonder, and three years ago I finally got to see it. But the wonder to see is high in the sky above the river and dam--a bridge.

The four lane freeway leading to the bridge is complete. They are still working on the bridge. Two years ago just the parts near the edge were visible and could be seen. Last year, tall masts and a bit of the curved portion were there. This year, it actually ooked like it would one day be a bridge. It is massive! It is high! (I don't know if I will be able to cross over on it--I am afraid of heights.) But it is a piece of our engineering that will rank up there with the Hoover Dam and Golden Gate Bridge. And we saw it being built!

Sin City, here we come!

We off. Las Vegas, ready or not, we are coming.

Down I-5 to Eugene. Take a left, over Willamet Pass, right to Klamath Falls. Now which exit did we take to find the Fred Meyer Fuel Stop? Where's the closest restroom? Let's splurge with a maple bar for Nan, a cherry turnover for Bill. On the road again.

Into California, down lonely roads with little traffic, but beautiful scenery to Susanville, then on to Reno.
Quick stop for gas, then desert driving to Hawthorne and our stop for the night, El Capitan Motel. This army depot town has nothing to redeem it but the McDonalds where we had breakfast last year, and will again this year. The locals are what make it worth visiting. They each bring their own coffee cup, the manager brings out a pot of coffee for them to share, and they solve the world's problems. This year they were worried about how many miles they would have to go to have their GM or Chrysler car repaired. Seven elderly men and one women who appeared to work in a local clinic. My question. . .why would anyone live in such a desolute place?

But we are on to Las Vegas to see the lights and hopefully make some money, the non-gambling kind.
We arrive about 1:30 pm, get in line at the convention center to unload. At exactly 2pm, as promised, they begin to let us in, unload our displays and merchandise onto a fork lift, take it to our booth. Now it's up to us to make it look presentable. We get things set up, lights up, and decide it's time for our annual trip to Hoover Dam. Stay tuned for the next installment . . .

Getting Ready for Las Vegas

On May 28th we leave for Las Vegas to participate in the ACRE (American Craft RetailersExpo) show. It is a for-the -trade only show. This is the third year for the show, and we have been there each year. So we sort of know our way around, have favorite places to go, to see.

Preparing for a show takes aot of work from both of us. I make lists of everything we make, make price cards for them, make sure all our office stuff is in the backback, the cords to charge the phones, the camera,lots of essential little things. Bill makes sure we have every sample, packs them up in the van. We get the van washed, get the oil changed, plan our itenerary, make hotel reservaations. Whew! I am going to be busy.

The weeks in between shows . . . .

These two lovlies are the latest additions to our family. Meet Samone and Amelia!
They are our grandaughters, now six months old. We first met them in February after the Philadelphia show (they live in Miami) and now are looking forward to seeing them and their brother, Elliott, in Montana in July.

Besides photos of tables and boxes, the girls and Elliott have their photos taken alot, and then sent to Grandma and Grandpa.

Off to the Photographer!

After the Portland show, it was time to have photos taken of the new items we had completed.
DAN KVITKA is our photographer of choice. He's good; knows what he's doing, takes photos
so we can use them many ways, and we have a history with him. In his former life Dan was a world-class wood turner, and a friend.

Photos are the lifeblood of today's artists and craftspeople. We post our photos on our web page, on wholesalecrafts.com, send them to customers to use in advertising, for selling, and they are a must for applying to shows, submitting for publication. It is so nce to be able to call up a photo of something someone wants to see. The teal boxes shown, Limited Edition Toledo, are made with a handcrafted slumped glass handle. The box has been made from spalted maple that is infused with an acrylic and color. The blue box is the Beaver, another Limited Edition.

Woodworkers Show in Portland

The Guild of Oregon Woodworkers and the Northwest Fine Woodworkers held a show at the Oregon Convention Center in Portland along with shows by the potters, metal artists, fiber artist, bead makers. It was a wonderful showing of what Oregon's craftspeople design and make.

We made several good sales, and even concluded one good commission for a table. The show encouraged Bill to design, make, and finish several tables, including the one shown here, "Ruffled Feathers." It is a new design for him, has new leg shapes, is made from wood he had never worked with.

I'm back!

I've come back--sorry for the interruption. but for several months I just kind of let the blog fade in the back ground. But now Bill tells me we are doing many things I can tell everyone about. So, I'll start back at the end of April, and take you through our road trips this summer to Las Vegas, Salem, Bellevue, Montana, and the to the San Francisco ACC show.

More fall colors

Erika sent us this beautiful photo she took along the Appalaction Trail.

I had to share it.

Fall Colors

Our workshop is located in Oregon's wine country. Two vineyards are just north of us, both 2-3miles away. One is Willamette Vineyards, the state's largest. Our favorite is Ankey Vineyards, one of the state's oldest and smallest. The ploto above shows Ankeny Vineyards yesterday. At the base of the evergreen trees at the right is an old community cemetary. One day the winery guy loaded me into his "mule" (a small John Deere truck) and drove me up there. Very interesting!
This winery's official greeter is a chocolate labrador named appropriately, Hershey. And Hershey Red is one of their bottled wines.

My favorite visit to a winery was one fall day, when the grapes were still on the vines. We were invited to dinner at Grant and Elizabeth's. They owned a vineyard in West Salem, and Elizabeth oversaw the making of about a thousand bottles of wine each year; most of their grapes were sold to other wineries. But driving up to their house that beautiful September afternoon was one of the most beautiful sights I have seen. Purple grapes hung heavily of the vines, the hills were shouting out their fall colors, and then we sampled some of Elizabeth's wine from the barrel before dinner.
Our favorite wine of all time is "Elizabeth"--what we called the no-label bottles.

Hunting Season

The ebb and flow of the seasons is happening. And we are now into . . . Hunting Season
In my earlier years, hunting season was a big deal. I am not a hunter (usually), but as a sixteen year old, it meant I got to drive. Yep--I drove our '57 Chevy pickup up one valley and dropped off my Dad and brother. They proceeded to hike over to the next valley loooking for deer and elk. My job was to find my way over to that next valley and pick them up. Great experience for a learning driver. I learned the curves of many of Montana's back roads! And I can remember being ordered home from college one weekend to go antelope hunting. Yep--ordered. Seems my dad had put my name along with my mom, my brother and himself in a drawing for permits to antelope hunt. When the drawing was held, everyone but my dad won a permit. I had to go home to round out the hunting party.

Now our hunting expeditions are of a different kind. Bill is always looking for The Big Burl.
You know, those growths on trees, the sight of rare figured wood. They make Bolstad Boxes beautiful! In August we received a call from a guy we had met last February at the Philadelphia show. He lives in Klamath Falls, and he sells wood. He had some "burl" for sale. So we planned an "expedition". Over several rivers and thru lots of woods we would go. Yesterday was our big "hunt".

It's about a 4 hour drive to Klamath Falls in south central Oregon. I charged our cell phones, packed for an overnight stay if needed, and at 6 am we left. Right now in Oregon there are several forest fires. They affect most of the roads going over the Cascades to central Oregon.
One pass opened up that morning, and we were able to go the route over Willamette Pass. We went right through where the fire had gone, on both sides of the road. We saw many "fire camps" where fire fighters had set up their tents, and they were still putting out "hot spots".
The little community of Crescent Lake was alive and getting back to normal after being evacuated. Our call to "511" (road hotline) had warned us to be on the watch for "fire apparatus." Saw plenty of those. We continued on our journey looking for the illusive Big Burl.

With a short detour, we made it to Oregon's one National Park--Crater Lake. Crater Lake was on my list of "Places I Have To See" at one time. We did go see it once, but it was winter. And snow there gets pretty deep; the park is only opened for a few short miles at the south entrance during the winter, so we hadn't really "seen" all of it. We entered at the north entrance, and exited out the south. The area had two big forest fires, so there was lots of smoke in the air. It also was slightly foggy, so for awhile viewing distance was not great. One area had big road signs explaing the fire was a "natural burn" and they were letting it burn. I took a couple nice photos of Wizard Island and Crater Lake, just to provwe I was there!

Now we were on our way. No more detours. We found our burl man, and Bill "hunted" through his orderly piles of beautiful wood. An hour later we drove away with some beautiful Madrone Burl. Plans are to make them into tables. Our hunt was successful--this year!

Our return trip was over the moun tians on a route from Klamath Falls to Ashland to the interstate. It was a beautiful drive, and a new route for us. It goes through a very remote part of Oregon. We stopped and had dinner with our friends Ned and Susan in Roseburg, then arrived home about 9:30pm. Didn't need our back pack of "in case we stay overnight".

The moral of this story is -- it's not the outcome of the hunt that counts, but the journey. We had a great day.

Oktoberfest in Mt. Angel

It's already September; although our nice weather is here for a stay for awhile longer, The slight tinge of color on the trees, earlier twilight, etc. let us know fall is nearby.
One sign that fall's near for those of us in Oregon is Oktoberfest in Mt. Angel. We traveled to Mt. Angel yesterday. It's such a beautiful place, I have to tell you about it.

Mt. Angel, Oregon is located northeast of Salem about 15 miles. It is a quaint (yes!) little farming community. The nearby Mt.Angel Abbey is a beautiful place, with a spectular view of the Willamette Valley, the many fields, the hops fields ready for harvest, the foothills of the Cascades, and Mt. Hood towering above it all.

Back to the town of Mt. Angel. Mt. Angel was originally settled by Germans. They keep their ancestory in the forefront. Each September the whole town holds an Oktoberfest. Many charitable organizations are recepients of the receipts from beer gardens, food vendors, arts and craft vendors. There's "chicken dancing" in the streets, polka music coming from the loud speakers throughout downtown. Oktoberfest starts on Friday, and the town was getting ready for the thousands of visitors. All the yards were being manicured; flower boxes and pots of flowers are blooming at their best. The town's new glockenspiel shines in its central location. Even the public restrooms boast a new coat of paint!

We went to Mt. Angel to deliver some jewelry boxes to the Mt. Angel Woodcarvers Association gallery. This is a brand new gallery spearheaded by woodcarvers from nearby areas. Many of them are over 70! They have taken an old pizza location, cleaned it up, painted, added some tables and a few borrowed displays and added some beautiful products. They will be open for Oktoberfest. This is the arts community doing its best to bring the wooden items of the area to the public. They are planning for this to be a permanent gallery, with a coop selling team of gallery members. (The permanent part of this may be a challenge once Mt. Angel returns to it's normal qiet farming community.) With a wonderful weather forcast this weekend, the Grand Opening for The Mt.ANgel Woodcarvers Assn. Gallery should be great!

THANKS, and I will be back--that's a warning!

I need to extend a "THANK YOU" to my pool pals. Their help, thoughts, and prayers have helped me get through the heart atack and its aftermath. Angie was responsible for getting me out of the pool when I didn't look so good. She and Louise were the ones who contacted Bill, went to the hospital, and then helped Bill get my car back home. (I think Angie really enjoyed driving the convertible!) Azhar and her husband Mike's thoughts were with me. They had a barbeque last weekend, and it was my first "social" outing. (It was nice to see everyone! Many from the Courthouse Athetic Club.) And Peggy Johnson found the time to send me several cards (along with many others, but she consistantly sent at least one per week).

Our many crafts friends also need to be thanked--Chuck and Mona Elkan sent beautiful flowers, as did Mitch and Sheryl Patton. I was so excited to get to use my new pen and pencil set from Mitch--my occupational therapist had me practice my writing, and I had new instruments made by Mitch to do it with.

There were several people who called and kept in touch with Bill while I was in the hospital. I don't know who all they were, but a bunch of guys from the Guild of Oregon Woodworkers, our great friends Ned and Susan Landis, Doug Hively, Chuck Elkan, to mention just a few. And our neighbor, Peggy , who sent over supper for the "crew" who gathered.

To all of you--some un-named--a great big

THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

(That's as big as Blogger lets me print!)

You don'tknow how pleased I am that I'm here to extend that.

Summer . . .

Where has the summer gone? I guess when you spend three weeks of it in the hospital, that would explain why June and July went by so fast!

Our days here are filled with lots of activities. I just finished designing, printing, mailing a newsletter to about 250 stores and galleries. It felt good to actually finish a real project again--there was a time when I wondered if I would ever do that again. Bill has finally been able to finish most of the tables he was working on. And then we have medical appointment--we try to reserve our late afternoons for them. For the next three weeks, I note that our calendar has 2 per week.

I am enjoying the fruits of Stephanie's (our daughter) labor. While I was in the hospital, she got my computer all set up with a new internet provider. We had been using a dial-up; it was so slow! But technology has found it's way to our part of the Valley, and we now have a satellite broadband. Music, videos, etc, come in great. Right now I'm listening to my favorite Portland radoio station "streaming".

The bookwork for Bolstad Boxes seems to be in pretty good shape. Once again, I have Steph to thank for doing the work for three weeks. It has paid off having our kids help us when they were younger. They can both pretty much remember how we do things, how we make things. Of course, they still show up at shows like BMAC in Philadelphia to help out.

Besides helping us, Erika and Stephanie lead very full lives. Stephanie takes wonderful care of Elliott and Jacques and tutors several students. She is expecting twins in December! Erika is a Washington DC correspondant for McClatchy newspapers, writing mainly for the Boice Idaho Statesman and the Ancorage Daily News. Both places have senators that create lots of news--and give her lots to write about. She is planning to take time out to visit us over Labor Day weekend!

Our grandson, Elliott, was here for three weeks too. While I didn't get to visit with him as much as his grandpa, BBB (for Big Bad Bill). This 2-1/2 year old increased his knowledge of woodworking and trucks on the road. He and his mama woud go on long walks (he was usually in the stroller) everyday. One of his favorite places was the "rain forest"--his name for the wooded area in the Ankeny Wildlife Refuge about a mile north of our house/workshop. But every evening he came to the hospital to see me and tell me about his adventures. He became so much more friendly towards me when I was no longer bed-ridden and had on clothes. The first time he came and I was sitting up in real clothes, he shouted out, "Are you better now?" Just seeing him made me feel better! Yesterday we "talked" via the computer, and the webcam. We had fun waving to each other, throwing kisses, etc. Need I say, I love playing Grandma!

Life is a Bowl of Cherries!

I just spent three weeks in the hospital after having a heart attack. I am on the road to recovery. (This cat has several lives left yet!)

I just finished the last of the Cherries we got on Wednesday. We took the ferry across the river (just 2 miles from home) and when we got off, the sign said "Cherries $1.50". So up the driveway we went for our share! It was 8:30am; they did not have any picked yet for the day, were just heading out to the orchard to do it. The nice lady said, "Give me 5 minutes; I"ll pick some just for you." So we got the freshest possible! The cherry trees were so beautiful; their bright green leaves with lots of red cherries and beautiful blue skies. I love cherries; Bill loves cherries! So I think another trip on the ferry is instore for us.

But Blueberries and Raspberries are on the menu too!
We have it made this time of year--strawberry season just over, though our strawberries last the whole summer. And we live midst farms where they have blueberries (yum!) and raspberries. It has been an education seeing how they are harvested.

Desert sightings

Prehistoric elephant in Borrego Springs CA

Desert sightings

Our trip to ACRE--Las Vegas also included a side trip to Borrego Springs CA. They have begun installing a collection of prehistoric animals. Here is one of the first.

Preview of ACRE show in Las Vegas

We leave for Las Vegas and ACRE on Wednesday. Here are some new limited edition boxes we will show for the first time. The ACRE show is April 26--28 at the Las Vegas Convention Center.

Farewell, George.

A very dear friend and woodworker died this weekend. George DuBois was an inspiriation for those who watched his struggle with cancer. He showed us how to die with dignity. He contributed to his woodworking community right to the end. George has gone from our neighborhood, but he has left a legacy to be remembered. For many years George was the Guild of Oregon Woodworkers; he was the visible sign of the organization. Through the efforts of George the organization was able to flurish.

Good bye, George. You will be missed, and not just for the gourmet meals you fed us.

I am currently putting the final touches on a new catalog for use by our wholesale customers. Right now I am awaiting two new Limitesd Editions to be finished so they can be included. This will be a new format for us. The catalog will be three separate four page catalogs, each 5-1/2"X8-1/2". Limited Editions, Jewelry boxes, and Tables and Pedestals. Each will have space on the back for the store/gallery 's name,etc. Prices of all items are on a separate sheet.

The above photos show two of the new limited editions we introduced in February.

Cherry Blossoms

Bill and I love living in the Willamette Valley where spring brings blooms of all kinds. But I always have wanted to see the cherry blossoms in Washington DC. This year our daughters and grandson Elliott got to see them. The photo above was taken in front of the Jefferson Memorial/Tidal Basin. Maybe it'll be my turn next year. . .