Suburban Chicago, January 1962. My Dad stops by my play table to see the progress of my coloring project. He looks tired and preoccupied. He must have just returned home from work; he hasn't yet changed into his "stay-at-home" clothes.
On the wall hangs that paint-by-number image that my maternal Grandfather, Jake, completed in the 1950s.
Verona, Wisconsin, April 2012. The lilac Poodle vase remains a treasured item.
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