When Joan Coleman, my father's second cousin shifts into a
retirement village in Auckland, she decides to clear away
some of her paintings. She has started to paint late in
life. Feeling spoiled I choose two of her paintings,
purchase frames for them, and display them in my home. A
year or so later I learn that Joan has died. By then we have
written to each other twice.
I am summoned to my Auntie's place just before Christmas to
choose some of her belongings. I choose her paintings. Over
Christmas and New Year I hang Joan's paintings of roses in
my spare room and I show them to a sister when she comes to
warms two sisters
wild rose English rose
When my Aunt gave me Joan's paintings, she said to me, 'I
think that this would have made her smile'.