When I was a little girl, about three years old, my Grandma L had my portrait painted. I’m not sure if it was a friend or just someone she found but she gave a woman named Linda Farrar a photograph of me and had a watercolor portrait made. It hung in my room when I was a little girl.
I’m not sure when it went into storage but it was probably during our move to Tinytown. I don’t recall it hanging in any of my rooms in that house (I lived in three different rooms over the 13 years I lived there). I’d forgotten all about it until my mom called me one day. She and my dad have been slowly working their way through the piles of stuff in the basement storage rooms and found my portrait! She asked if I wanted it to which I responded, “Of course!”
The next time they made their way to Salt Lake they brought it by. Sorry about the angle but it’s the only way I could get it without a bad reflection.
It’s as lovely as I remember. I’m so happy they found it. It now has a happy home on a wall in ODD’s and my bedroom and every time I see it I remember my Grandma L and it makes me smile.