Finding herself widowed at 45, my mother entered a bleak period in the Seventies. She had two girls in college , one about to enter college and a young son to raise. She continued her busy schedule of painting commissions, public demonstrations, and took on an occasional student. She rented my bedroom to a college acquaintance of mine, doing her best to make ends meet.
This beautiful portrait of my sister, Nancy, took first prize at the Hastings Womes's Club.
Below two pages from her "Jobs" notebook, showing two good months. She took in $20- per week for renting my bedroom, and gave individual art lessons at $3- per session. She also received a bonus from her agent Z (Mr. Zeltzer) on Dec. 8, and sold several paintings through galleries.
August, 1972 was grim, but things ppicked up in September when she got deposits on two paintings and was paid for teaching a class.
Janice took advantage of the many outdoor art festivals to show her work and do quick portraits.
An "Impression" of my ex-husband, Jonathan Manheim, 1971. 
A group shot taken before Jonathan and I moved to San Francisco in Novemner of 1971.
left to right, Jonathan Manheim, me, Phil, Janice, Candace Winter, Marjorie, Donald Winter.
It should be no surprise to know that she found great enjoyment in painting and sketching.
Janice could do anything. Above is a rendering she did of a proposal for the Dobbs Ferry Public Library on Main Street 
Cat on the trellis behind the garage.
When Nancy went away to college at Farmingdale, Janice found herself parenting a growing son whose activites, much different from those of her daughters, were chronicled in a series of exuberant paintings. One might call them the "Sneaker Series"
For a time Phil had a paper route.
