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I have lived with this collage most of my life. It was made by my Dad in the late 1950s. Made from a scrap of old hardboard, a children's drawing ( by one of my sisters), a bit of torn denim and a tin lid. I always loved it. It belonged to my Granny and so I would see it from time to time when we went on visits to her during the holidays. She died during the 1970s and when I went down to help my Dad sort out her personal effects, he passed it on to me.