So long, #90!

My grandmother's brother has led a very well-travelled life, and one of the places he lived was the Congo. While there, he bought a set of two paintings.

Eventually, he moved to Montreal, and then to New Brunswick, and then to Ontario, and then back to New Brunswick, and the paintings went with him. Eventually, he gave them to my dad, who, in turn, gave them to me.

Since I no longer had room for them, I thought it only right that I should give them back to my dad.

So I did.

I have two more items to cross off in the next couple of days, but I'll wait 'til I have the evidence in my hot little hands first.