My Mum.

My father was a ship's plater in John Brown's shipyard in Clydebank but was also artistic. He didn't have much time to draw and died in his forties so the only work of his I have is this portrait of my mother and one of me when I was about five or six.  The extra is a drawing I made of my mother about thirty years later than her portrait. For most of her life she had no time to read and complained about me wasting my time with my nose stuck in a book.  Once I started work in a library however she began to stick her nose in a book too.