Here’s something that happened during my blogging break. I was going through my cedar chest. It was beautiful once upon a time until my daughter, about 7 at the time, decided to write her brother’s name on it thinking he would get in trouble. Of course I recognized the hand writing as hers and not his. The chest was in miserable shape so I decided to put the downstairs TV on it. The TV that isn’t even plugged in. Out of sight out of mind, right? (Remind me to get that huge thing hauled away.) A couple of weeks ago I was looking for something, I can’t remember what, and I started cleaning the chest out. Piles upon piles of kids homework and art projects. Old newspapers. Photos. The clothes that my kids wore home from the hospital. (So teeny tiny!) All sorts of stuff. And this. I thought this painting was lost or I had got rid of it on one of my purges. I have been looking for it for years. At least 6. The reason it was so special is it was given to me by my great aunt in her will. She never had any children. She was a gifted artist and an even better poet. She had a book of poetry published. Copies were only ever given to her family and members of her congregation but they are just beautiful. When I started doing genealogy the importance of family grew in me. I started focusing and learning about the women in my family. God knows we have heard about the men. Over the years I have learned a lot about my female family members. As far back as my 4x great grandmother. And the woman who did this painting. Auntie Betty. She married a horrible man. As far as I know she left him but remained married. Because she was a good Christian woman. She obviously had her escape in poetry and art. When I found this out the painting meant so much more to me. It was a piece of her heart. It is only a small oil painting. About 5 x 11 but I love it.
There are all sorts of typos in this post but for some reason I can edit it. Meh.