Sunday, February 19, 2017

The Old and The New

This is the first oil painting I ever did. It's of an antique shop on Cornwall Street in Annapolis, Maryland. I did it in 1966. I wonder if the building is still there. 



and here is one of my more recent ventures into the world of art... a pastel kitty. 



I am trying to find more time to do things relating to art but somehow other things just take over my days. I must try harder to fit it in. Anyone with any suggestions for me? 

I'm linking today with Sketches and Paint Party Friday

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Birds and Water

I have some 'critters' to share with you today and I will link with Saturday Critters and Camera Critters. These are birds I discovered at various locations where there was water. Hope you enjoy. 




Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Peanut Butter and Cracker

In response from requests to continue telling stories of my past here is another one!
Tales of the Past #3

I was just a wee bit of a kid growing up in a household full of grownups, unsure of myself and not having an inkling that we were poor. We were like everyone else in the Depression. Times were hard.

We lived on a farm but nobody was doing much farming. My grandpa was sick, Mama worked in town. My grandma and aunt kept the household running and they tried to keep an eye on me.

We didn't have any 'special' vittles like the townfolks did, like cake on Sunday,  cold cereal in a box with pretty pictures on the outside, sliced loaf bread, crackers or jars of peanut butter.

Now, I thought that peanut butter was the grandest thing ever invented, even better than the candy cane I got every Christmas morning. And, when it was spread on a saltine cracker with another saltine slapped on top to make a 'sandwich'. That was just the best ever!

But, we didn't have peanut butter at my Pa's house. (That's where I lived with my sister, my Mama, grandparents and an old maid aunt). I shouldn't have called her that. Let's just say she was challenged when it came to the romance department.
My Aunt Annie

My uncle, Mama's baby brother - he and his wife, they hadn't been married very long - lived about a block away down this dusty country lane, out past the big old barn and on a little ways. As young as I was, I was allowed (with permission, I hope) to go visit my aunt during the daytime when my uncle was at work. She was young and very pregnant with her first child. And, she kept peanut butter in her cupboard. She always made me a peanut butter and cracker when I'd go visit. 
Aunt Willodine who fed me peanut butter and crackers.

I guess she was feeling sort of poorly one day when I had wandered off down there. I perched my little backside upon a kitchen chair and carried on about as much conversation as a five year old can. I kept glancing at the cupboard where I knew the peanut butter was and I waited and waited. I had stayed as long as I knew I could. Else I was gonna get in a whole bunch of trouble. So, reluctantly, I slid off the chair, went out the back door and started down the steps. In a wee voice I muttered, " I still like peanut butter".

Yes, I got one and happily munched on it on my way home.