My mom, to this day, can draw. While packing up both houses, and moving one house to another, while she was living independently, I came across two large pencil collections. Mom used red and blue pencils to edit manuscripts back in the day. She would use pencils until they were less than 2 inches long. I edited (haha) the unusable short pencils from the vast pencil collection (upwards of 225). What’s left are mostly German, variably colored, and makes me wonder what mom was drawing in color over the years. There is almost zero evidence.
When we do the furniture move I’ll tuck a comprehensive set of pencils into mom’s beautiful, and vast, chest of drawers, as well as a few drawing pads. Perhaps art will flow again. She does enjoy the art activities at the community if they revolve around drawing and painting.
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