My grandmother was very artistic, as I mentioned last month. She played the piano all of her life until arthritis took over.
During her secondary school years she painted and drew prolifically and said she gave away the best of her pictures at that time, some to family and others to school friends. She kept the rest for herself. Family members do have many of her pictures done in charcoal, water colour and oil.
When I was 16 and had just completed my Leaving Certificate, she gave me this charcoal drawing of a horse because I had always loved it as a child. Although I also eventually owned about 10 other of her paintings, I have now given all except 2 to my cousins when I downsized to move into Benalla. It was a heart wrench to do this.
I had so many because when I was in my 20s and my grandmother was downsizing herself (to a caravan,) I took all the ones she had left as at that time no one else was interested in them. Her two favorites were put in my parent’s lounge as the caravan was in their backyard.
The two I now have left are this horse one done in charcoal and an oil painting of a dog on canvas. The horse painting is the one I would find very difficult to part with and it has always occupied a prime position wherever I have lived so I can see it easily. It has come with me from my parent’s house to a small box like room in the nurse’s home when I did my 3 year nursing training. Since then it has occupied prime position in every subsequent flat and house I have lived in since.