Show and Tell Friday

I have no fine art in my house. (I *do* actually have a painting by a professional artist, but that is another day's story. :)) Right now our house is in a (seemingly unending) state of transition, so I haven't done much *decorating* in a while. But when I am in decorating mode, the things I most enjoy using are things that are not only beautiful (or at least interesting ;-)), but that also have a story behind them...things with meaning to our family. Such is the case with one of my favorite *works of art* in my living room.


(Please forgive the picture quality...try as I might I could *not* get a good picture of this picture. These were the best of about 45 shots!)

This picture is about 66 years old. My dad painted it when he was somewhere around the first grade. Apparently my grandmother was quite proud of it, as she framed it in this frame, and I assume it hung in their house at some point. By the time I was born, it had been packed away in a box or a closet for many years, I'm sure. Around the time Billy and I got married, my grandmother had pulled it out while cleaning, and had it in a stack of things to get rid of. I happened by and asked what it was...and when I discovered that it was a childhood masterpiece of Daddy's, immediately claimed it for my own and it has had a place of honor in our living room ever since.

Daddy wasn't especially excited about it's newfound home. He used to good-naturedly grouse about it periodically when he was here, and act as though he would have preferred it had been taken to the burn barrel. I think he was a little bit pleased, though, that I considered it special enough to hang on my wall. For me it is a very precious example of *found art*, and no matter how our decor may change over the years, it will always find a place on my wall!

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