One of the many reasons I love my kids

Yesterday was my youngest’s birthday. He is now old. A European born cousin once described her daughter as “Teaching retired children.”  Yes, our cousin misspoke and meant retarded.  But in the warped lexicon of our family, “retired children” have come to mean old, former children.  Given that usage, I am now the mother of retired children. My youngest is now a retired child.

We are now beginning to talk about breaking up my mother’s apartment. We have been thinking about which family members want which objects so we can distribute things fairly.

 

My parents had a fairly large art collection. I think partially as their own reaction to the Holocaust, and partially because black and white etchings and lithographs were more affordable they have a large collection of very dark art. There are lots of pieces that depict the European Jewish world before the Holocaust and others that either obliquely or directly explore the Holocaust.

 

I asked my kids if they were objects from my mother’s house that they wanted. One of them asked, “ You mean the scary art?”  Before long, they began acting out several pieces from my parents art collection.

 

Some of these tableaus depict just one etching. Others are a mélange of two or three pieces.SAM_4000

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I admire their power of observation.

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If you have been in either the Quincy house or the Brookline apartment you may recognize the art works my kids are depicting.

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There is one oil of people dancing in the woods.

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This is how my kids deal with grief. This is how they comfort me.

Comments

  1. so fun! Love your daughter's fashion style.
    Sandy

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  2. My daughter has more fun with clothing than anyone I know. The top was a freebie from one of her jobs. The skirt I bought her at a thrift. It was new with tags from Barney's, She usually wears fun tights.

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  3. Oh my. I love this. I have a painting that was my grandmother's, a watercolor done by a known artist, who was a friend of theirs. It's called "Chassidic Fantasy" and it depicts chassids in an ascending swirl of ecstasy. My daughter calls it "pile of rabbis". I have a feeling my kids and your kids would like each other.

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