Throughout history we learn of many kinds of bath houses. I grew up in the days with no indoor plumbing so our bath house was the backyard. Mother would heat a big pan of water on the stove. She would put some cold water in …
Month: March 2015
Writing children’s books has become a passion of mine. My idea of a great children’s book is a story that brings to life the stories of our country. So I started with our own family stories.
The illustrations are acrylic on canvas sheets. The pictures reflect the sights and sounds recalled from memories of the event. The font is designed to represent each character in the story.
The story recounts the unusual events that led to my husband meeting President Truman. He was only eleven years old. I won’t give away the story but I know you will find it a most unique and exciting story. An experience no one else has ever had.
One of my favorite parts is Johnny learning that his grandfather he had never met was President Truman’s teacher.
Going through old family pictures is a treasure of information and memories. Hidden among the photographs are hand written remedies from the local doctor, documents, certificates and letters. While cleaning for mother one day, I found one of those delightful boxes. The picture of great …
Life takes us on many twists and turns. We don’t always see how it all fits together until years later. We often times don’t recognize the blessings in our lives because we don’t get what we think we want.
As a young boy, my husband wanted a piano. His big brother played piano and he wanted to play too. It seemed the music was already in his head. He just needed the piano so other people could hear it. His father had stored an old piano in the barn. He had cut the strings out to use for other things, so the old piano did not make any sound. Johnny didn’t seem to care. He still tried to play it, all the while dreaming of a new piano.
He was so disappointed to get a red accordion instead of a new piano. The story chronicles the transformation the little red accordion made in his life. It is a delightful journey of a young boy, through obedience to his parents, finds God’s plan for his life.
The illustrations are acrylic on canvas. The pictures are black and white with the emphasis of red on the accordion. You will enjoy the story and may even find some hidden blessings in your life you never saw before.
My father loves God and his country. When he returned from serving in World War II, he began trying to find his place in this great country, America, he had served for four years. He married and started farming. At that time farm machinery was a team and horse drawn equipment. He loved horses and got his first team. Redbird was a part of his team.
Redbird was not just part of the team. Daddy rode him to do many other jobs on the farm. He had traded a car for a herd of cows. He would ride Redbird to check his cows. They heated their home with wood heat. Redbird would drag logs up to the house and then daddy would cut them into firewood. We had lots of horses growing up, but Redbird was always one of his favorites.
This painting is an oil on stretched canvas. It was taken from a picture I found in the family photo box. Based on the other pictures, it was probably taken following the tornado. During the late 40s the tornado touched down in Benton County, taking out my grandfathers barn. It killed some of his livestock also. Daddy and grandpa rode around checking out the damage.
My husband’s father worked to help clear timber and make way for the fast growing United States of America.
He spent some years in Louisana clearing timber and then moved west helping clear trees to make way for Bagnall Dam in Missouri.
The painting below shows one of the largest trees they cut. It was over 7 feet across. You can see in the picture that the crosscut saw barely reached the width of the tree trunk. His father is standing behind the stump. He is the one on the left.