In 1951 my parents hoped they would name their new baby Christopher. Instead, they named me Christine. Eight years later, after trying one more time to add a son to their family, David Howard Charles Carter was born.
To celebrate this momentous event, my mother received not one, but two, bisque Kewpie Dolls! One sat upon her dresser as long as I can remember. The other moved about the house back and forth between the fireplace mantel and the knick knack shelf. Until my brother entered kindergarten we referred to him as “The Boy”. Sharing a room with my brother until I was sixteen brought us close together. At one point, I insisted on bamboo curtains to divide our room in half and provide a bit of privacy. As soon as I could drive I brought him everywhere with me. As young adults we spent our summers together hiking the Appalachian Trail and rock climbing. Eventually, after climbing the cliffs across the country, I left him in Boulder, Colorado to begin his freshman year in college. I headed to Yosemite to climb the north face of Half Dome with the man who became the father of my children. It all started with a bisque Kewpie Doll.
Sketchbook Drawing: Family Treasures No. 36, The Boy – drawn first with fountain pen filled with Noodler’s black ink, followed by watercolor.