A Mother's Story: Field of Remembrance
Walking up the avenue
Imagine, if you will, that life is like a long, winding avenue leading up to a stately home. Now picture the scene last Sunday chez Jennyta, Kathy sitting on the sofa telling me about a Shefield artist who is fast gaining in popularity, Pete McKee. She tells me of someone she knows who bought the first in a series of limited edition paintings for £1000, and it is now worth £16,000. My ears prick up, but, although there are still limited edition paintings to be had, I imagine that they would take longer to increase in value.
"A good investment," Kathy says, "but, yes, you would have to hang on to them for ten or twenty years to get a good return."
And suddenly it hit me. I looked up and saw that the stately home was somewhat nearer than I had thought...
"A good investment," Kathy says, "but, yes, you would have to hang on to them for ten or twenty years to get a good return."
And suddenly it hit me. I looked up and saw that the stately home was somewhat nearer than I had thought...
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