I have just received the first of the Travelling Doll Project dolls from my ADO group. The doll comes from Colleen (aka LoopyBoopy) in New Orleans - she is something of a blank canvas (the doll, not Colleen!), and I know I won't be able to resist the urge to give her a face. But I'll also be giving her something that Colleen won't be expecting.........The wonderful journal accompanying Colleen's doll put me in something of a reflective mood. Her journal was inspired by some found (in an estate sale) ephemera in the form of a baby book from the 1920's and she was moved to write about the nature of motherhood.............she's hoping that the others in the team will take that baton and run with it, I think. Well, that got me thinking about where we come from and what we pass on and how we are just a blip in a long line. I remembered that I had done these drawings of my grandparents as young people from photographs that my aunts had, that I saw when I was travelling in Europe some years ago. I thought I would share these: from the top, my English grandparents, Bertram Johnston and Gladys Barnes and my German grandparents, Heinrich Klatt and Rosa Mohr. Gladys only died a year or so ago at the age of 103.
