My previous post about cleaning up my mom's house reminded me of something I can share with you since I still haven't been able to sew because of my hands and arms (someone please tell the person who has the voodoo doll of me to find another hobby). These guys are German Doctor Figurines. They belonged to my grandparents. My grandpa was a doctor and ran a Leukemia hospital in South Bend, IN and he was German, so the collection is appropriate. I never knew my grandfather, but when I would visit my Nana, I would stare at these things--they are really fascinating. Look at the big, tough surgeon! He has blood splattered on his clothes!
These belong to my brother Aaron now, who is a doctor and who I frequently call with my wrist theories that I get from obsessively Googling my symptoms (by the way, I see a doctor in Indy tomorrow who will give me a real-life diagnosis). He asked me to hold onto them for awhile. This collection of German doctors remind me of my mom and Nana. I wanted to put a little bit of me into them, too, though--what if collections were like that? What if each generation that inherited them, added something new to them, to keep them "alive". So, I started making little masks for them out of paper clay. I thought they could be part of some strange parade. I only finished 3, but looking at them now, I would really like to finish all of them.