Contented us. 46cm x 46cm, oil on linen.
When I was a child, my grandparents lived next door to a couple of old ladies called “pilly’ and ‘bakie”. I’ll never know if that was their real names or not, but they had lived there together in that house for EVER. We used to trot in and they would give us biscuits or little treasures like fascinating buttons or bits of stuff.
I loved them. We moved away. At some point one died, the other a year or so later.
I will never know, though, as an adult discussing it with family, there was a suspicion that they were a couple. That always fascinated me. Had they known each other forever, or met later on, were they public about it – or was it a secret. It must have been a shocking thing when they were young, and I found it very sad if they had kept it a secret always, how that must have been frustrating.
I wondered if they had met, and run away to be together. If their families (long gone) knew where they were. Nobody ever knew their whole story. It just wasn’t the kind of thing that was discussed over polite conversation and tea with elderly neighbours back then, and they were so gorgeous it would have been a crime to make them uncomfortable or suggest something that would have been wrong. They may just have been good buddies who shared a house.
I think of them sometimes, and wonder what their real stories were. Probably much more fascinating….