Yesterday, daughter Susan and I made our weekly trip with my mother to her old family farm. We have been clearing away debris from a tenant of fifty years! Although my grandmother has not lived there since 1947, it has been amazing to find things which actually belonged to her or which she had made. I am well into my Grandmother Narratives and have completed the painting which represents her, but the painting and the findings match -- the old metal dipper, the crocheted bowl covers and the remnants of her flower beds. They have the spirit of Agnes.
This week, we worked in the kitchen and found an old wooden spoon. It was one which I had painted with strawberries and daisies some time in the 70s and had given to our tenant who was also our friend. Perhaps I need to paint a self-portrait in The Grandmother Narratives.