Sometime before Christmas 1969 my mom painted the portrait of an African American woman standing under a street lamp at night. I am pretty sure she found a photo in Life or Look Magazine and made a painting of it. She was always looking through magazines and cutting out interesting photos. She had at least one file cabinet full of clippings and magazines.

This painting hung on the wall near the front door for a few years. I was proud of mom for this painting. At the time I thought it was well done, plus it was of someone that didn’t look like us. I think she captured something in the woman’s expression. Is she sad? Angry? Tired?

I was proud that our home displayed a painting of an African American woman.

This was painted during the civil unrest of the late 1960s — possibly in 1968 even where there were riots even in our hometown after Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination.

I wish I had available wall space to hang this painting, but the walls in the attic are too low. I’ll store it and let Andrew and Clare decide its fate.