This is a little bit like that recipe card that you were talking about.  It’s a reminder of my mother, who passed away almost 20 years ago.  It was a little plaque, a little plaster of Paris plaque with a little saying on it, it said “Learn to do good.”  No, no, it said “Learn to do well.”  It was something actually I think I received at some sort of a Sunday school Christmas party.  But my mother picked this up and thought it was sort of important, and she put it up on the casement on the window above the kitchen sink, where it always was, every morning. When I came in the kitchen, there’s my mother working on the dishes and you look up and “Learn to do well.”  Then, when she moved to another community, she took that plaque with her, and it was once again up on the casement window above the sink.  She didn’t have much of an opportunity to go to school, she grew up in a little rural community in Cedar County, as a matter of fact, where she attended school.  She went through the 8^th grade.  Had she gone to high school, she would have had to physically move to Tipton and board, and at that period of time, early in the 20^th century, it would have been impossible for her family.  So she didn’t have the advantage of a lot of formal education.  I certainly regard her as being a very educated person in that “Learn to do well.”  So now that little plaster of Paris plaque—it’s got a little chip in it here and there—is now up on the casement window of my kitchen sink, and it is a reminder of my mother and the special relationship that I had, and still have, with her.