Searching for a title for another subject that Horace Sykes does not identify, and a subjec that might be found in a calender publisher’s file for “autumnal scenes,” I will named it for my maiden mother, Eda Christiansen, who prefered scenes like this one, which reminds me of a landscape that hung in the hallway between the kitchen and the living room at 828 Jefferson St. in Spokane, Washington durin my own “maiden years.”