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.
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.
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! w.
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".)
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.
Inspired by Neil Curtis in his book, 'The Memory Book', my memory paintings catch impressions and moments from my first ten years, in St Andrews, Scotland in the 60's. They are all 12 x 9 cm, mostly pen and watercolour, on Arches HP. They are now published in an 8" x 10" book through Blurb.
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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
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.
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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Love your blog! Your memory paintings are wonderful, sometimes bittersweet, sometimes funny or cute. Your drawings are great too!
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".)
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.
I love that she'd thought ahead to bring a bag of candy! Lovely drawing.
Am enjoying your memory paintings--and have been snooping a little in your blog. :) Nice work!
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.
What a wonderful Mum!
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