In my three centuries of existence, children were the quickest to grasp what I am about. Eight year old Diane knew me best when I was her doll. Then as a young woman she became informed that I had been broken and she had lessened my value by polishing off layers of black patina. Underneath the red patina was the most stubborn but with determination she removed that too.She wouldn't understand my sword pointed to my head.
This is one new variation for the beginning of "If a Family Heirloom could tell all. Another one might be: I have been a Goddess, a Queen, a Warrior, a Peacemaker and an artist model just to mention a few of my identities in my years.
I'll be incubating the story for a few more months without adding to the blog here.
This Saturday I will hang an exhibit at the Philomath Public Library.