We found Mom’s ceramics. Two were in a cabinet in the living room, and one was stored away in a cabinet. Here they are.
Long ago, when I was a kid living in BC, Mom went to a ceramics class. She didn’t mould these. They came pre-made. But she painted them.
The salesperson represented Glenn who apparently, at the time, sold corn (or maybe eggs) along the street where we lived. The musician represented me as I apparently had musical skills. The girl in pink was to represent Angela who apparently had no qualities or talent aside from being a girl. (A person cooking or dancing might have been more appropriate.)
I had no idea that Mom had painting talents. I knew she wrote songs long ago and may have had them published and played professionally if the old man had shelled out a little to get it started.
So now they sit in our cabinet.
