Farm life always meant lots of farm animals. Some of the animals were there for a short time and then gone. Others became part of the family. Over the years farmers had lots of cows, but one usually stood out above the rest. When my …
Month: September 2016
Sometimes it’s the little things that suddenly take us back to another time or place. Things like the smell of cinnamon toast cooking, the feeling of a crisp morning, or the sight of a butterfly in your flower garden. My thoughts are often taken to …
I’ve never been on a sailboat. They look so beautiful on the water. My experiences with boats are the little trolling boat which we ran limb lines from, one canoe trip which took us twice as long to get there as it should have because we had no experience in canoeing in a straight line and a blow up raft we took down the Little Niangua River.
Rafting was a fun experience. We put our raft in and started floating. We floated some of the way. Often we had to get out and lift our raft over a log. We overturned the raft on more than one occasion. We didn’t mind. The day was hot. The water was cool and not that deep. Sometimes we had to walk carrying our raft because the water was not deep enough. Often we found ourselves too close to the shore and would have to get out and direct the raft back to the center of the stream.
When we reached the bridge I got to walk all the way back to get the car. I lucked out and got a motorcycle ride from one of my art students. It was such a fun day. I always wanted to raft the river again, but the opportunity never came. So thankful for the memories.
Today we had the opportunity to tour the Titanic Museum in Branson, Missouri. It was an amazing display of the people who shared in that historic event. Through pictures I could imagine the frantic and horrifying sights and sounds of the disaster. When we reached …
It has become so meaningful to share stories and pictures that are reflections of times of the past. I started out taking some old black and white photos and giving them new life. As I paint, I often think about the people in the pictures and their life, many who have already passed on.
As a child I wondered what it would be like in 2020. Now it’s not that far away. Things could change as dramatically in the next four years as it has in the last 20 years. It seems things change over night. It is hard to keep on top of the new laws, technology, business and inventions. Anyone can write a book and have it published. You could break a law and not know you had. There is a new gadget for every need or want. You can know everything happening all over the world with the touch of a button. The morals and values of our country are changing. So it is still hard to imagine what it will be like in 2020.
Stories of what it was like in the past were usually passed on by telling them to the children and grandchildren. Now what stories are shared are often stored on some electronic device which is usually obsolete in a few years. I have a closet full of VCR family videos but we can’t view them because we do not have a VCR player anymore. My son says mom you don’t need a printed copy of the picture, it is stored on your computer. It sounds good, but what happens if my computer glitches or someone steals my files as has happened to some I know. They are out there in cyber space, where ever that is, lost forever. I like to hold the book I’m reading or to see the original hand written letter aged with time. I like getting out the old picture box and holding the picture that was made while those in it worked and played.