Drossie in keeping it postive

This is the name of a sculpture I have at home. It had belonged to my mother before she even met my father. I've known her all my life.

She's a little smaller than life size and starts mid-thigh and goes all the way to her head. She's nude, plaster (solid, not a shell) and painted black.

I wrote about her a few years ago because I ran across the name, Drossie, in a book about Greenwich Village (downtown NYC). It turns out she was a real person and ran a coffee house/hang out in the late 1940's/early 1950's in the Village. A person sent me a note stating that the REAL person left NYC and moved to Los Angeles to run a coffee house there.

I was thrilled! I would love to get in touch with someone who KNEW her, was related to her. I'd love for the statue - all 50 lbs or so of her - to go to someone who'd appreciate her value.