Searching for a title for another subject that Horace Sykes does not identify, a subject that might be found in a calender publisher's file for "autumnal scenes," I have named it for my maiden mother, Eda Christiansen, who prefered scenes like this one surely even long before she met dad. It reminds me of a landscape that hung in the hallway between the kitchen and the living room at 828 Jefferson St. during my own "maiden years" on Spokane's South Hill.
