Pencil Portrait of my Grandmother Casber, born

in 1893.

She was such a neat person, and a very good artist.

I loved going to her house. It smelled of

oil paints, and turpentine and other 'artsy' things.

Besides the fact that she always had

green grapes just for me! 

I wonder what she would have to 

say about this portrait of her....

Over the years I have drawn and painted her

at least three times.

All of them from just a  small photograph that I

have of her, probably taken when she was

about 18 or 19 years of age.

On the back it says - written lovingly by my grandfather-

My Sweetheart, My Dear Wife, An Angel of Mercy.
#9 in the series