my grandpa Eberhardt was an artist. He painted in oils and pastels. Until recently I had no idea how gifted he was because I have always understood from my mother's stories that he played the violin beautifully, but did not know about his passion for painting. How well I understand his passion. Maybe some of it got passed down to me.
|my grandmother's diningroom|
this page was inspired by the above photos....I am so fortunate to have his photo
because he died at age 59 due to cancer a few days before the end of
World War II. (the photos are from ca. 1944 and I purposely left them so. Didn't want to tamper with them.
|my grandfather, the artist|