When Mom wasn’t teaching me to shoot rats at the town dump, or playing Michigan Rummy (with the perfunctory green visors) with her cronies, she’d always have a project. She went through her folk art phase, her quilting phase (see “Quillow” post), and I remember her doing a pheasant by number with tiles or something. In the late 60’s and early 70’s it was “anything by number.” On her living room walls are oil paintings of “Blue Boy,” and “Age of Innocence,” done, of course, by number. Here you see a faux wooden cigar store hanging she painted that is made from styrofoam.
What kills me is that even the back has a “wood grain,” but is not.
Not in the best health, but still as funny and ornery as ever, she has stuck with quilting for many years now as her choice for keeping busy. None of us could’ve known when we were kids what wonderful heirloom treasures she would leave us.