Chapter 9
It was a good thing that the library allowed coffee in covered containers or I would've never made it through the many hours I spent combing through every issue of the local paper from 1966, then 1967. Then 1968.
If anything had happened with our mothers, it was long after that photograph had been taken. But I had no idea when. Since the library was only open until five, I decided not to break for lunch. Being hungry didn't exactly make me more patient as I scanned headline after headline.
I almost missed seeing my mother's name, but I really hadn't expected to see anything on the page of marriage announcements. There was no photo, just a little block of text to announce the imminent nuptials of Kathleen Stinson, no family listed, to a John Olgesen, son of Sven and Edith.
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