Saturday, July 19, 2008

Once or twice, Mummy went to hospital. Children were not allowed to visit so we stood outside and she blew kisses and threw down a bag of sweeties. She must have bought them before she went to hospital.






10 comments:

Gillian said...

I'm loving your memory paintings. How things have changed regarding hospital visits etc. At least, I hope they have in your part of the world too. x

Tami said...

Interesting...Love the drawing, must have been kinda scary having her there and not being able to really see the room she was in. I don't think you can even open the windows, or at leas not easily, in our hospitals.

Peceli and Wendy's Blog said...

I don't ever remember visiting hospitals when I was young though Mum went in and out to have her babies, and the boys had their tonsils out. The stories are told though - how Doug climbed onto a mantlepiece of his room and when he was told off, he said there are more boys like him at home!
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kazumiwannabe said...

Love your blog! Your memory paintings are wonderful, sometimes bittersweet, sometimes funny or cute. Your drawings are great too!

Hashi said...

I have a memory of "visiting" Mum at a hospital window too! But she didn't throw down lollies (lack of foresight on her part, perhaps? Or the presence of fly screens?). For many years later when we were in that part of Sydney, and drove past St. George's Hospital, I would fancy that I remembered which window it was. (On another note, I never thought it odd till I came to the US that we say "in hospital" instead of "in the hospital".)

Anne said...

I'm enjoying your memory paintings. They're both visually pleasing and funny/poignant/sweet stories.

The Assisi jug is beautiful. The portrait of castor oil is, um, evocative.

caseytoussaint said...

I love that she'd thought ahead to bring a bag of candy! Lovely drawing.

Rita said...

Am enjoying your memory paintings--and have been snooping a little in your blog. :) Nice work!

Jan Allsopp said...

I remember visiting my mum occasionally. I remember waking up in the morning and she would be gone to hospital in the night while I slept. I'd have to wait days to see her then. I never got to go outside and wave. Isn't it funny how similar so many of peoples memories are similar.

Jan Allsopp said...

What a wonderful Mum!