These are more of the things rescued when we cleared my late parents' house early this year.
They are chessmen - the red baboons at the front are pawns.
My father made them. He modelled originals from plasticine, then painted them with latex to form moulds, into which he poured plaster of paris.
The castles, or rooks, are self-portraits. Dad must have made them before he decided to grow the beard he always had in his later years.
The kings and queens are lions and lionesses.
They live with my younger brother now, which is apt, as Adam is as likely to carve or model as he is to draw or paint. He always was. I remember, when he was four, he carried a lump of plasticine around with him all the time, and once showed me a model he'd made of our budgie. It wasn't the stereotypical 'bird-shape' I expected, but an acutely observed replica of a budgie. The flattened face, the long tail - umistakeably a budgie.
It was the first time I'd seriously thought that such talent might be inborn rather than taught - because what he saw all around him, in our family, was 2-D drawing and painting. No one had taught him, at such a young age, to observe and model like that.
He continued to show a gift for 3-D work - he would build model aircraft and, when he'd finished them, use the spare parts and bits of sprue to build strange little robots armed with lances. So I think Dad's chessmen have found their rightful home - and thanks to Patti for the photos.