Showing posts with label Mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mom. Show all posts

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Day 2844: Happy Mothers Day to all Moms.





"Nin Tai": photographs, kanji color, digital.







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Click here for  Little Richard, Good Golly Miss Molly.
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The music choice is to honor Little Richard who passed yesterday.




His music was popular when I was in high school, much to my Dad's bewilderment. But to a teenager at that time, to dance to his music was the best. Skip ahead about fifteen years when young WonderWoman joined us, she had colic and I would bounce around to his and others music as the only way to calm her. So I guess it was only natural that she had a special name for a special doll.

Young WW, age 3.


People would invariably ask the name of her doll.
She would reply, Good Golly Miss Molly. 
I wish you could have seen people's faces.





Special Mother's Day wishes to all Mom's, 
Dad-Mom's, Grandparents, but also to Aunts,  
Adopted Moms, Foster Moms, Teacher-Moms, 
Neighbor-Mom's and all who fill in as Moms. 


It takes someone special to make room 
in their heart for others in need.




Smiles for Sunday ...
























Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Day 2407: Six degrees of separation to the hermit?





Boone County Hermit: old photo, collage & digital.









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Click here for Dueling Bangos
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* I am re-posting the art from Day 2405, because Julie 
and several said they would like to know more about the 
subject of the above art, the Boone County Hermit. 
I am re-posting the blog from Day 1834 in August of 2017.






 My Grandpa owned a farm in Indiana.
As long as I can remember, I heard stories about 
the hermit who had lived in Grandpa's woods.
It came up on the recent Indiana visit & I was enthralled, again.
I remember my Mom mentioning being in his log cabin once.
Her memory was of the thick layers of newspaper on the walls.
I would be "all ears" whenever the subject came up.
So in case you might share my interest, I'll share a bit.
A legend of years past ... the Boone County Hermit.


Warren Massey & his dog, 1922  (1867-1944)



As a child, it always fascinated me how a grown man 
could decide to live alone in the woods, it still does.
Born in a log cabin in 1867, outside of the town Lebanon,
he was the son of Elizabeth & Hiram Massey.
Known as "Hi", the father, a laborer, was said to have ...
"looked too much on the wine when it is red."
Warren also shared his father's attraction.
On a cold 1892 night, Warren & a friend hiked into Lebanon.
Making the rounds of the town's saloons, 
the severely drunken pair then tried to walk home.
Freezing wind exposure caused both men to develop pneumonia.
Warren's friend died, and after a risky, prolonged illness, 
Warren survived to vow, that "never again 
would he go near a place where liquor was sold."


Warren's cabin, 1940 Taken by Aunt Martha

He kept that vow for over 50 years, given permission,  he lived 
in a 14 x 16' cabin in the 20 acre woods of my Grandpa's farm.
Referencing a 25c, June 1975 copy of Boone magazine ... 
in an article by Ralph W. Stark, it is said that 
"Warren could neither read or write. He was said to have an 
innate intelligence, skills at cards, music & marksmanship."


Warren Massey, 1940 by Aunt Martha

 I usually think of a hermit as a loner, or anti-social. 
Evidently Warren was well liked. He lived simply.
His wants were few, his expenses minimal.
He helped local farmers with their crops, had a garden, 
chickens, trapped & sold furs. He did odd jobs & traded goods.
He bought groceries from the "huckster" who traveled the
Ratsburg Road with staples, coffee, sugar, salt etc. for farms.



Warren Massey & dog, age 73, October 1940. in his cabin.


Late one evening, in 1942, in failing health, 
two friends drove Warren through Lebanon
to move in & live with a sister in Rockville , 
taking along his dog, fiddle & a few trinkets.
He insisted on night time & he ducked down 
so as not to see the town as they passed through.
He wasn't anti-social, he was anti-saloon. 
He died at age 77 in 1944.
The aged cabin, weakened & in bad repair was burned.












A smile for Wednesday ...






Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Day 2400: Mom tried.




     
Mom Tried: junk mail collage & digital on postcard











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Click here for Doobie Brothers, What a Fool Believes.
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My Mom tried.  She really did.
I listened, but just couldn't follow through.
She advised that I concentrate on one activity, so I might excel.
There was always more than one thing that had my interest.
If you follow this blog, you probably know that by now?
You never know what you will get in this silly 30 second read.





I juggle several interests & sometimes miss, but am never bored.
Thank you for your patience.






I decided to do a stamp person postcard today.
Not my favorite substrate, as it's hard to really exaggerate. 
 



I used a real stamp, sometimes I use a photocopy.



I used handmade paper for the two backgrounds.





Using junk mail grey newsprint to start forming the body.





And security envelope liner for his jeans.


 
Pale pink junk mail for the shirt.



More jun mail for socks, cuffs and jacket.




A Bravo marker for outlining & a Gelli Roll white pen for shoes.






A quick collage on the back & it's ready to address.
I cropped part of it for today's lead art.


 







A smile for Wednesday ...





Sunday, February 3, 2019

Day 2383: A vivid memory.





Timothy: old school photo, collage & digital.










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Click here for Honne, Me and You.
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I am going to let you in on the secret.
The reason I am usually well behaved.
I remember it clearly ...
 


 
When I was 4, we went to Indiana to visit.
We were on Aunt Fern's farm.
 


 
The grown-ups were talking about the meal.
They decided on chicken for supper.
My Mother said she'd take care of it. 



 
I followed my Mom out to the chicken pen.
She picked one, and in a split second...
snapped it in a half-circle with one hand.
The chicken's body ran around, without a head!
 



 
I still remember thinking ... I better behave!









fyi: the next series starts soon ...



Journal Journey: Mixed Media Journaling
Thursdays, February 14 - March 7, 2019 -- 10AM - 1PM
Make your own accordion journal during the four sessions of this workshop. Each session learn different methods creating pages of the book. At the end of the series put together your book to create an accordion journal. Use paint, collage, graphite, watercolor and more during this fun series.
REGISTRATION: $45 per class or  $160 for the series, 
all supplies are provided.
Limited seats are available for classes, so sign up today!









A smile for Sunday ...