Saturday, August 29, 2009
The last time I visited her, she went up to the attic and came downstairs with the painting you see pictured here. She had it painted years ago by someone who desperately needed work during the Depression. She handed it to me and said, "Now you can take 23 Wind Road wherever you go."
When my father first visted me here in Virginia, we walked the dogs. He kept looking up and down the street and finally said, in a bemused way, "You recreated Wind Road right here." I'm not sure if that's because I have 23 Wind Road hanging in my dining room or because there are many houses here that look like hers...maybe both.
Posted by JPG at 6:50 PM