Peg Kerr's Journal

I remember sitting for my mother to do silhouettes when I was a kid; for a few years when I was very young (younger than 8, as my sister had not yet been born), she did one every year at Christmas. She'd set up in the kitchen, setting a lamp from the living room without its shade on the kitchen table. My brother and I were posed so that our shadows were thrown on the closed door to the laundry room and Mom drew the silhouette. I hated having to sit still for so long; it was boring. I don't know what ever happened to those, but I rather suspect that they're in scrapbooks in my grandmother's closet.