1700s American Mothers & Children by Charles Willson Peale 1741-1827

1790 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Sarah Cantwell Jones (Mrs. Robert Milligan) and Child.


Unlike the mothers with children painted by his conemporary artist Ralph Earl in contemporary dress, most of Charles Willson Peale's mothers depicted with their children are in loose, classical, timeless costumes.

Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Mrs Thomas McKean (Sarah Armitage) and Her Daughter, Maria Louisa

1772 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Ann Baldwin (Mrs. Samuel Chase) and Her Daughters Anne and Matilda.

1772 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Rachel Weeping - Mrs. Charles Willson Peale.

1773 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Mary Norris (Mrs. John Dickinson and daughter Sally.

1777-80 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Mrs. Samuel Mifflin & Granddaughter Rebecca Mifflin Francis

1785 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Ann Marsh (Mrs David Forman) and Child

1785 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Mrs. James Crawford and Son



1787 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Susan Armitage (Mrs. Thomas McKean) and Daughter Sophia Dorothea

1788 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Peggy Sanderson (Mrs. Christopher Hughes) and Daughter

1789 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Mary Carr Grundy

1789 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Mary Gibson (Mrs. Richard Tilghman) & sons

1789 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Sarah Buckland (Mrs. Callahan) & Anne

1790 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Hannah Duncan and son John (Mrs. John Nicholson)



1791 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Mrs. Rachel Brewer Peale and Eleanor

1794 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Mrs. Thomas Leiper and Her Daughter, Helen Hamilton Leiper

1796 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Mrs. Robert Gilmore with daughters Jane and Elizabeth

1818 Charles Willson Peale (American artist, 1741-1827) Mother Caressing Her Convalescant Daughter

1700s American Mothers & Children by Ralph Early 1751-1801

1788 Ralph Earl (1751-1801). Martha Tennent (Mrs David Rogers) and Daughter.


1790 Ralph Earl (1751-1801). Mary Floyd (Mrs. Benjamin Tallmadge) with Son Henry Floyd and Daughter Maria Jones.


1790 Ralph Earl (1751-1801). Abigail Starr (Mrs. William Taylor) and Son Daniel.


1791 Ralph Earl (1751-1801). Mrs. William Moseley and Son Charles.


1793 Ralph Earl (1751-1801). Sarah McCurdy (Mrs. Henry Channing) and Son Henry William


1796 Ralph Earl (1751-1801) Mrs Elijah Boardman and Son

1796 Ralph Earl (1751-1801) Annie McClellan Lovett and Daughter


Before Ralph Earl returned to the United States, he painted this mother and daughter in England.

1783 Ralph Earl (1751-1801) Lady Williams and Child

Simon and the Easter Miracle Book Review

About The Book:  Simon and the Easter Miracle: A Traditional Tale for Easter is a story that begins with Simon, the Cyrene, a simple farmer going to Jerusalem to sell wine, bread, and eggs.  His trip to market coincides with day that Jesus was being led to his crucifixion. As Simon nears town he sees a crowd of people yelling out, “Crucify him!”  A Centurian orders Simon to help carry Jesus' cross and with that one act, Simon's life changes forever!  

My Thoughts About The Book:  The illustrations are absolutely gorgeous!   The story is not the real  story we grew up with as children. The story seems to focus on eggs and it seems that  the miracle has nothing to do with Him (Jesus).  If you are looking  for a book that is beautifully  illustrated and is full of old world charm then this is the book for you. If you want a book that teaches your children something about Jesus and the events of Easter then this book is not for you.

About the Author:  Mary Joslin is the author of the book, "Simon and the Easter Miracle."   The illustrator is Anna Luraschi.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Kregel Publications. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."

Plex is Back

I'm pleased to announce that Plex the Magic Robot has been found.

I discovered him in my Crock Pot. I suppose Natalie was messing in the cupboards, as she knows she isn’t allowed to do, and stuffed poor Plex inside of it. I went to pull the Crock Pot out because I must set it on the counter to remind myself to put the meat in the next day. Otherwise I will completely forget. I’m not kidding.

As I set my beloved Crock Pot on the counter—-seriously, I love it-- it’s thrilling to be able to toss chicken and some cream of chicken soup on top and not have to do anything else. Well, okay, I guess you have to flick the switch on. But that’s not a big deal. At least you don’t have to measure things and figure out what certain items on a recipe are. I can’t tell you how many times that I’ve decided that yes, I will make that Rachael Ray recipe—only to be stumped by an ingredient. Of course I look it up but then comes the adventure of finding such an item. To be honest, usually I just go back to things that I know I can make. (Read: spaghetti. Or chicken with soup on top.)

Oops. I went off into a tangent. Anyhow. As I was saying, I set my Crock Pot on the counter and thank goodness I looked inside of it before quickly dumping the meat in. I did a quick glance inside and that’s when I saw Plex staring back out at me.

“There you are, Plex!” I said, behaving as though he were a live being.

Tom, who is usually comatose when he’s in front of the computer called back, “Did you say something to me?”

I grabbed Plex and rushed out beside Tom. “No. I found PLEX!”

And Tom, who had no idea who he was when he went missing, still looked baffled. “Who the hell is Plex?” he repeated, clicking one of his pixilated soldier men from his game. (Company of Heroes I think.)

Ugh.

I didn’t care though. I was just pleased that Plex had been found. Natalie was napping at the time so I had to wait for her to wake up. I figured she’d be thrilled. I set Plex neatly on the couch and waited.

When I went to get Natalie I told her cheerfully that we found someone special.

Natalie, who is a total grump when she first wakes up (hrm, wonder where she gets that from?), could care less. She had her face pressed into my shoulder and one of her hands was slapping at my arm repeatedly. I tried to get her to LOOK at Plex when we came downstairs. I even did a full circle while pointing wildly at the freaky robot on our couch but she would not, under any circumstances, lift her head from my shoulder.

So I had to go, “Natalie, look. It’s Plex.”

That got her attention. She peeked up and then pointed. “Plex,” she said. I expected her to squeal with delight and wiggle from my arms. But no. She just re-buried her face.

Hrm.

I set her down and told her again that Plex was back. PLEX. You know, the thing you’ve been wailing about for the past two days? At first Natalie latched herself onto my leg and pressed her face into my knee. But then she let go and started walking slowly over to the couch.

Yes! YES! The big happy reunion scene was about to happen.

I rushed over to get my camera. Because, you know, I take pictures of anything these days. As I was scrambling to get it, Natalie took Plex by the arm and wandered down the hall. I hurried over with my camera in tow and expected to get a look of glee.

Instead, I got this:



She's giving me a look that clearly says, "WTF do you want me to do?"

This is sort of what I was expecting:



You know. A smile. Excitement.

I thought, okay, it's because she just woke up from her nap. I can wait patiently for a better reunion.

But it never happened.

No.

Instead, Natalie simply ABANDONED Plex and then went to play with some PAPER.

I'm not kidding.



She's been looking for Plex for two days. Pathetically calling for him. And all she does is DROP HIM and go for some PAPER? PAPER!

One-year-olds. *Shakes head*