Everyone had jobs to do. Mine were variously... laying the fire - first chop the sticks and fill the coal scuttle - remember to sweep up afterwards.
... cleaning the family's shoes. Granny's are the lumpy ones with room for her corns and they have to be brushed with a wire brush. I loved to clean the red shoes with slimy paint from a tube.
...and collecting littlest sister from nursery school and running for the bus. That's my best scab on the back of my leg. I kept it going for a whole year, digging at it with my compass or fountain pen. It was something to do when school was too boring and my nails were already bitten past the quick.("Don't get your foot stuck in a grating", Dad used to say as we were going out.)
8 comments:
These are so sweet.
I love your memory paintings! They are wonderful by themselves but your little stories just crack me up!!!
Oh Alison, I love your memory paintings, not just that the paintings themselves are so good but the stories that go with them. Penny In Victor Harbor
Fantastic as usual. I've had a bit of a go at a memory painting, but it is soooo hard. I love your perspectives on each and everyone of these memory paintings, and it is that part I'm having difficulty with - what point of view to draw from. Thanks again for the inspiration - I'll keep trying.
These are great - I love the details in the shapes of the shoes and remembering that scab!
These are great!! what did u use to draw these?
Brilliant, both painting and writing. You've jogged me in a very important way. Thank you.
LOVE the shoes! Brilliant.
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