My mother-in-law’s house has a couple of paintings on the walls.
They hold no monetary value, she already sold those to help her out, but they are heirlooms of a sort.
Painted by her mother when she took up the hobby years ago, after the gift of a paint-by-numbers set gave her the confidence to branch out on her own, they hold a special place, albeit from afar, in the hearts of close family and grace the walls, undisturbed, of the home where I stay at Hideaway.
My friend, when I sent her a photo of one, said,
“I like that!”
I said, “there’s no perspective, the rug is painted flat and the flowers are part of the wallpaper!”
“It looks like a primitive,” she texplied.
I suppose she has a point there. It no longer bothers me while practicing Yoga. Chien Dog and I chill on our respective mats.
The other one, framed magnificently in ornate gold, is in our bedroom between the walk in closets, the scene is tranquil enough for sleep to go undisturbed.
I noticed the signature one day as I slid past on my way to get my shoes,
E. Coffman.
I temporarily forgot what the E stood for, was it Edith, Ellen, Elizabeth, Eileen, Eleanor?
None of those names rang a bell.
I paused and thought, this family has a penchant for odd names, there was Aunt Fraud because she was expected to be a boy; Aunt Vivian (wrong spelling!), Uncle Bernus, Gigi, Merle, Letcher, Fletcher…
We all have our fair share of odd, ancestral names.
Then it came to me,
Euleta.
Not an E name at all but a “U.”
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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