There was an oil painting done of my Great-Grandfather John Johnson (1857 - 1935), and it has become the jewel of the family. A hidden jewel. Hidden so well, no one will confess to having it, but everyone admits it exists. Each says the other "must have it, because I don't." I've yet to lay eyes on it, but my mother's cousin's 3rd cousin twice removed (removed for what, I don't know) shared with me this ink drawing of Great-Grandpa John, ink being popular back in his day.
To forestall any family infighting amongst my future great-great-great-grandchildren, Sarge and I had a portrait commissioned (translation: we paid a guy), and its disposition will be governed by our living trust.
Oil painting of me and Sarge, Number 37 on my Bucket List.Do you have family members who guard their photos as if their health depended on it?
