Upstairs: Girls Room

The curse of taking pictures before we were done... despite what you see below, there are no books in the tall bookcase.  Not anymore.  We did recover a box of Tracy's letters, that should be making its way to her from Carol.
The closet holds much of Dad's slide projecting equipment.

The opposite wall, where once the beds rested.

Another corner. On the long dresser (empty) is an old slide rule and Tracy's balalaika. The instrument is in two parts, because the tuning part had come loose in the distant past.  Both parts are here, along with a small paper booklet on re-assembling them.

The light works, but the shade needed to go.