Memories of Iris

I worked for a market gardener at a very young age, crawling along rows of carrots weeding. The rows seemed so long I never thought I would reach the end. My pay was 20¢ per hour, I so badly wanted that new bike my parents couldn't afford.
Since I was an experienced ‘Weeder’ helping Mom weed her flower bed was just an inconvenient chore; One that I hated, after-all! I had that new bike to ride.
My memories of childhood are probably what became en-grained into my soul. Somewhere, between market gardening and chores around the yard, I acquired a love of plant life in general. My mother loved her Iris and without a doubt, that is what attracted me to collect them.
There was a time in my life when I thought I would like to collect all the NORTH AMERICAN DYKES MEDAL AWARD WINNERS
I managed to acquire approximately 18 varieties plus others, that where not award winners. I suddenly realized that Iris take a lot space, a lot of weeding, and a lot of dividing. They also have a very short bloom life and are not good for cut flowers or as pot plants for resale.

Trying to remember the various names was fine until a winter storm blew down and away most of my identifying signs.
Here are a few that are in bloom now.

 Wabash

 My absolute favorite and I don't remember the name.

 Beverly Sills , beautiful in pink.

 Double Purple Satin Falls. Heavy bloomer.

Honky Tonk Blue

Jesse's Song

  Another favorite. Orange Slices.

 Burgundy Red

 Silverado - light blue

Another unnamed.