At my Grandparents farm,
I can remember-
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Running barefoot down the sun baked dirt road, chasing the
ever-illusive horned toad, while the dirt crackled under our feet.
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Watching the scissortail snatching insects, in mid-air.
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Lying in the cool clover, looking for the one with 4 leaves,
to make a wish come true.
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Nose to nose
with a curious frog.
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Newborn kittens snuggled in the feed bin of the milk barn.
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Catching fireflies at dusk, and putting them in Grandma’s
canning jars, for a private show.
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Climbing to the top of hay bails stacked 20 feet high, in
the sheet metal barn that rattled when the wind blew.
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Grandpa leading Nelly, the brown spotted Shetland pony, miles
around and around the house, to give each grandchild a ride.
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Sunday Pot roast with potatoes, gravy, and homegrown corn
on the cob.
Inspired by my Dad, who could
sketch anything, and would make the horse, dog, or character, seem so easy. Who would encourage us with praise at how wonderful
our childish stick figures were. His talent and love, was and is endless.
My mother could sew, cook,
clean, and keep up with 5 children. She had the imagination to plan a ballerina birthday party, to a glorious 50th
anniversary celebration, and also mischievously spike Uncle Jim’s brownie with a drop of Tabasco. (He never blinked
and ate the whole thing.)
I developed a love and passion
for art, nature, and everything around me, when I was very young.
I excelled in art at school, winning awards and was chosen to display some of my work at Philbrook Museum,
and other local shows.
Children and family led me
down a different path in years to follow, but art never left my heart.
In 2005, retirement after
24 years from the Postal Service, afforded me the time to rediscover the incredible “World of Art”. Now I am blissfully,
and deliriously, jumping back to my –
“Dreams”, “Imagination”, and “Memories”,
Please
join me and enjoy with me;
“From My World, to Yours!”
