This will be a busy day. I am in Spokane to defend my research proposal and head home, hopfully to begin research shortly.
Kathy and I recently lost our mothers. They were much different ladies and their galleries would be so different. My mother would have a rosary, a religious image with prayer, and her prayer book. Kathy’s mom would have knickknacks she found on the farm, berry picking, or while camping. Her gallery might include small stones, pine and spruce cones, and shells.
Every mom has an art gallery or a collection box. The walls of the gallery could be a refrigerator or steel cupboard, or a pin-up cork board. Then again, the collection box could be a humble plastic bag or a small box, both of which have pride of place in her wardrobe or cupboard.
Every mom carefully preserves her own gallery and collection box. Why? Because they contain works of art and gifts from her children – cards for her birthday, mom’s day cards, doodles and squiggles, thank you notes or stick figure drawings. The collection boxes probably contain sea shells, pebbles from the road, hand-made earrings, a paper rocket, a sweet poem, an old photo and many, many such wonderful things.
These are rare treasures indeed that bring back snapshots of the children’s growing up years, and the crazy passage of time.
Where did that child go, who drew…
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