The Lion Painting

Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa

The beloved Lion Painting

It hung in the second bedroom of my grandparents’ house. That’s where I would sleep when I visited. There were two twin beds against the wall in there, and Grandma would put a chair next to my bed, apparently to protect me from falling onto the floor if I rolled the wrong way. Very sweet — but unnecessary, since I had somehow managed to remain uninjured in the many years of sleeping in…