Portraits of my parents, ca 1951, painted on silk in Tokyo.
Great-great grandfather, John Beattie, ca 1890, whose granite quarry supplied the stone for the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty.
Pencil profile of my father, 1938, center, another Beattie ancestor on the right, WW2 shipmate of my Dad's top right, grandmother and her best friend, ca 1920 "Up a Tree" on left.
Uncle Bill, ca 1940.
Dad and fellow sailors, St Peter's Basilica, ca 1946.
Living the life of a recluse as I do, I find myself going weeks sometimes without actually speaking to anyone besides grocery store clerks, or perhaps a nod to a neighbor. On the other hand, in most of my rooms I have at least fifty sets of eyes staring at me at all times, lol, be they antique family portraits, my own art, or any number of collectible figurines and dolls. The upside is they don't talk back to me that much.