My father reads this blog. (Hey, I had to enlist his counsel when I reviewed Cheerful Money. He used to review books all the time. Still writes them. I wasn’t going out on that limb without expert advice.)
So, in the course of time, he read Monday’s post about his dog chair birthday. And, in particular, your comments. He was quite touched, and happy to answer your questions about the paintings, writing,
“Would you pass on thanks to your very kind readers for their good wishes. I appreciate them all.
As for the paintings, the one on the left (as you look at them) is by a minor French painter named Rene Cadeau, early 19th century, of some unknown relative. The one on the right is of your great-great-grandfather, probably by a southern painter, identity unknown, also early 19th century. Your readers are in the right ballpark.”
From a man who bleeds Dodger blue, the ballpark reference is deeply felt. I echo his words. Thank you very much.