Me holding My Self-portrait with above portrait of My Mother Elizabeth Walden Hyde by Bernard Taylor 1966 and watercolour of Me as an infant by EB Walden upper right 1961
Hi, I know I always comment “I remember” to these posts, but I do. I always loved visiting your home because everything was unique to me. Different than the homes of any of other of my friends. No one else had a painted portrait of their mother as a young woman, or a huge colorful collection of salvaged antique bottles on a book shelf that took up an entire wall. And you and I would eat the homemade bread that your mother baked, toasted, and spread with butter and honey 🙂
Hi, I know I always comment “I remember” to these posts, but I do. I always loved visiting your home because everything was unique to me. Different than the homes of any of other of my friends. No one else had a painted portrait of their mother as a young woman, or a huge colorful collection of salvaged antique bottles on a book shelf that took up an entire wall. And you and I would eat the homemade bread that your mother baked, toasted, and spread with butter and honey 🙂