The photograph is me and my younger sister on our mother’s lap.
I have a collection of mother/child art. I think it’s because I was born in a tuberculosis sanatorium, because my mother coughed blood at eight months pregnant, and I had to be passed around while she got well. I went back to her at nine months. I acted pretty independent at that point and was not very trusting of adults.
I am taking photographs of the mother/child art for this part of my blog.
I can’t attribute this photograph. I don’t know who took it. Both of my parents and my sister are dead, so I cannot ask.
It might have been my grandfather, but I don’t know.