Sunday, January 21, 2007
Another picture from my living room. A picture of a picture. This is a painting that a family friend of my g'grandmother's brought back from a Presbyterian mission in the Belgian Congo. It seems (so the story goes) that the missionary's wife taught a few of the people to paint using oil paints and then would take the paintings and sell them in the states and other places for an income stream into the village. The man who painted this picture did it from memory -- it was a scene from his childhood. I would love to know more about it, but I think the rest of the story is lost in time.
What stories will I tell of my life? What stories will my children remember?