Oliver

I met Oliver while traveling through Switzerland in the winter of 2011. He was four at the time and I remember he loved to eat toast with butter and honey. My friend Suky is his doting, hard-working, bright mother and she invited me to stay a couple nights with her and Ollie. She met me in Luzern and we went to a Picasso exhibit, walked along the bridges with the wind stinging our eardrums and ate Oliver’s favorite winter snack, heisse maroni; chestnuts roasted on an open fire, just like the lyrics of one of my favorite Christmas songs.  Over the next few days the three of us fed the neighbor’s rabbits, ate raclette and watched movies while the bitter cold swirled outside. Oliver’s angelic little face and confident attitude in his striped getup always makes me smile. I loved meeting him, loved painting him and would love to reunite with him and his sweet Mama Suky.

Oliver

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