The Other Grandmother's Blessed Mother

This was the first of my collection of Mary images. It belonged to my father's mother, and I took it (with permission) from her home after she died. It hung in her bedroom for as long as I can remember, so it's got to be at least 40 years old.

I'm sure it was a shock to poor Mary to leave my grandmother's house -- where dust was afraid to fall, and if it did, it was attacked and eradicated immediately -- and come to my house, where she is a little dusty more often than not. But I figure after everything the stories say she's been through, she's probably tough enough to handle it.