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fires, mementos, nostalgia, postaday2013, saving, sentimental value, value
The daily prompters have been on a negative bend lately. Their latest is to write about the items that you couldn’t save from your “burning home” and to tell them how it makes you feel. It’s difficult typing from the couch which is what these prompts have been making me think of, sessions on the therapists couch, but these are really sad, hang on while I grab myself a box of Kleenex.
The baby boy drew this veloceraptor at the tender age of 5
the baby girls entrance into the art gallery at the fair when she was four
the baby boy’s self portrait when he was 14
the baby girl’s first oil painting when she was 10
These are the art works that I would have been crying my eyes out as the “flames” were engulfing my home. Both of my children absolutely loved coloring, drawing, painting and everything else to do with hands on artistic expression. It was wonderful and each year; my mother-in-law proudly entered both of their masterpieces in the Blandford Art fair. However for some reason, once they both entered adolescence, their fascination and interest in art went away completely. That is why these pieces, we have more, are so precious. They are irreplaceable since they both refuse to pick up a crayon, a piece of charcoal or a paintbrush. I know the talent is there in both of them, but they aren’t interested in pursuing it so I have to hang onto my precious masterpieces, because I will never get another piece of art work out of either one of them again. Sniff, sniff.
laurieanichols 