Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Firth of Forth

James and I took Uncle Jimmy out to lunch today. Since his last chemo treatment, he tells me that his body is all confused. His legs are weak and it is harder to breathe but today he is well enough to come out to lunch. When we brought him back home he gave me something that he didn't want to get lost in the shuffle after he is gone. He gave me a painting which was the first commission that my Mother ever had as an artist. When I was a little girl my Mom had a studio where I used to go to watch her paint. She made several paintings for family members and for our house mostly of whaling scenes and sea side towns and buildings. Uncle Jimmy told me that the painting is called The Firth of Forth. He said it was in Scotland. I don't have any paintings that my Mother made so this meant so much to me on so many levels. I can remember this painting hanging at Uncle Jimmy's and Aunt Helen's house every time we would visit. There are so many great memories of sleep overs and breakfasts and tea (one lump or two?) and stories retold so many times that I could have finished anyone of them if something was forgotten...but nothing ever was. The Firth of Forth (Scottish Gaelic: Linne Foirthe) is the estuary or firth of Scotland's River Forth, where it flows into the North Sea, betweenFife to the north, and West Lothian, the City of Edinburgh and East Lothian to the south. It was known as Bodotria in Roman times. from Wikipedia


  1. Thanks for sharing this lovely story. Nice to hear from you on your blog again!

    1. Hi Anne,

      Thank you! It was good to be able to post again. This has been one of the most trying periods of my life and so my blog has suffered but thank goodness even the hard times don't last forever! I am painting again and should be posting more frequently and teaching some plein-air workshops in the near future. I'm happy to hear you liked the story. Thanks for following and posting. Have a great day, Anne. -Christine