Picture This

I had to take a lengthy round trip to the HEB Pharmacy, which has left me little energy at the moment to produce Friday Fiction. Maybe by this evening. But I do have an interesting little sidebar to post now. Part of Susan's new rearrangement of her storerooms is going through my grandmother's art, part of which became our mother's inheritance. Many pictures by Nanny herself, including this one that always hung in our house when we were children, in the hall for the longest time, then in the boys' room for a bit. I always connected it with her then husband Ken, who had a pilot's licence, and with Uncle Bazzell, who I think worked as an engineer for the Air force. There's was always an air of adventure about it. I accepted it as a family keepsake.

Now this bit of canvas (is that the right term? board? the proper word escapes me at the moment; I find now it's canvas board, so not the roll-up type) came as a surprise to all of us. It was never displayed when Nanny was alive. We found it hidden in her water heater closet. My impression is that it might be one of her earliest paintings; She seldom, if ever, tried any human figures or animals, though flowers seemed to be part of her speciality. The disemdodied hand kind of freaked us out. It seemed to have some symbolic significance. Maybe even some kind of mystical significance. Nanny always seemed to us to have a bent towards fringe spiritual beliefs (if not witchcraft); well, a lot of us did, from UFOs to ghosts.

Well, there are more paintings a-coming. I'm really only interested in the ones that used to hang at Loop Drive. And the rest? I do not know. To be sold perhaps, perhaps even sold for materials. Maybe my brothers might be interested in a few, or their children. We shall see.