Here I am in a 2006 photo with a carefully preserved work of art–carefully put away and saved by my mother–which probably dates from around 1953.

I guess that’s supposed to be our house, but the blond people? Where did they come from?

The photo was taken in the living room of what was then my parents’ house. It’s appears somewhat the same, but quite different, from its current iteration after our extensive renovations.

I’m glad my mom saved my painting, and that I was able to preserve the image. But when I eventually had to clean out their house, I’m afraid that this and most of the other memorabilia was consigned to memory and discarded. You can’t keep everything, and who cares about this except perhaps my mom (now gone) and myself (going, going…)?