Life at my House

We celebrated Thanksgiving on Sunday with my sister-in-law. Our family seems to shrink every year. Life changes daily and although it can get tough....we must change with it. Without getting too sentimental, I just want to say that I miss Johnny's blessing and Mocky's sarcasm. There were 4 people at our table;hardly enough to make cooking worthwhile so we bought a few things instead of spending hours in the kitchen. On Thanksgiving we will be the guests at my son and daught-in-law's home. I am excited and impatient to spend time there. Life changes.

I have been working on a large order of cards for MJ. The one I just finished is for her 11 yr old grandson who loves gardening with his Grandpa. I drew their picture with a thin pen and used copics to color it in. I layered the ground with colors so it would look like flower beds. They are lifted off the page with 3D dots. I hesitated on adding the chipboard tree and I am not sure I like it but it is there to stay ! I added the greeting after printing it in green from Word.

Songwriters

Maybe inside each of us is a poet or songwriter.

I have dozens of stories stored inside this brain. Now why haven't I written any of them down?

There is the Ben Franklin song or the Kwanzaa hit of the 90's...neither of them published but definitely enjoyed by all who heard them. What was the hot cross buns or the Aldi's corn song?So get off your duff and write those gems. I won't win a grammy or a CMA but it sure is fun. Does every family have fun this way?

A Christmas Past

When I saw this picture of Dave and I on our 2nd Christmas, I immediately thought of American Gothic. We were very proud of our tree and house and practically everything! We were so naive!

As I look towards the 38th Christmas together, the tree is different, the clothes and house are different but the couple is definitely older and wiser...but the same. Happy Holidays !

Searching the Past

Julie and I searched all over the house looking for info on my Uncle Bob. He was a WW II Army Air Corp Bombardier shot down in Oct 1944. I didn't know alot about him because my Grandparents refused to allow anyone to speak of him after the Officers came to their house to report him MIA. After the war, members of his crew reported the details of the plane being shot down but did not know what had happened to him. Someone said his parachute caught fire on the way out of the plane. We do know that he is buried in an American cemetery in Belguim. Just today we read that he would not have been buried without remains. This is a long detective search.

sketch pad

I wanted to take some drawing equipment with me on vacation. I looked around my work room to find paper....saw a pad of 9 x 12 drawing paper. I have cut everything in half, including the cardboard. Punched holes at the top for rings, covered the cardboard with patterned paper,added some doo-dads and walah !! perfect solution. My plan is to sketch and take photos so I can complete or expand my sketches. I'm glad that I didn't have to spend anymore money.