The last post I shared (click here) was my some of my earliest memories I drew for my grand daughter Lucy. They didn’t hold her interest as she was 5 years old. Perhaps when she’s 50 she’ll value them enough to share with her children.
The more I drew the more my own memory was jogged and these were of my childhood best friend and pets.
I made friends with Kay in grade school. For a while, she needed to wear a patch over one eye. I think it was to make her other eye stronger- and it worked. After awhile she no longer had to wear the patch.
My dogs Tipper and Topper loved ice cream and would look at me with puppy dog eyes when I had some. They always got a taste.
My first horse was Misty. She had a foal and I guessed which night she would give birth. Kay and I spent the night at the pasture. It was good we were there, because the foal got caught in a loop of batted wire and I had to untangle him. That night I will always remember.
I named the foal Copper Tint for the color of his spots. I’d bring him along when I went riding.
See Drawing Stories for my Granddaughter
When my granddaughter, Lucy was born, Judy gave me a “Grandmother-book” to write about events in my life as a keep-sake for my granddaughter. I thought it was a good idea, but writing has never been my first choice of expression. So I decided to draw stories & vignettes of my life for Lucy.
Some of my earliest memories:
I lived in Chicago until I was almost 5, so I got to play in the snow.
I had my tonsils out, and “had” to go on an ice cream diet. Back then the flavors were limited. choc chip now ( or Vanilla Swiss Almond from Haagen-Dax’s
We moved from Chicago, Illinois to Phoenix, Arizona when I was 5, so now I played in the sprinklers instead of snow.
I loved horses and drew them all the time. I got a real horse, Misty, when I was 10.
see Drawing Friends and Pets for my Granddaughter
Doodlewash is a blog I follow – both for Charlie O’s great water-colors but even more for his stories inspired by his watercolored drawings. Several years ago I was inspired by his childhood explanation of how Santa and his reindeer get around. (Charlie claims he was a child but I suspect that is just a cover-up for what he knows is the truth . . . )
Pome by judy
No one catches Santa on the roof
or in the snow sees prints
of tiny reindeer hoof
for Santa’s no bigger than a fly
and reindeer all the size of ants
ferry him through the Christmas sky
I don’t think it silly at all
to imagine reindeer quite so small
how Santa slides down chimney flues
with nary much soot on his beard or shoes
So make your cookies the size of peas
and leave the milk in a thimble please
Limit the weight of gifts and such
to crush an ant
it doesn’t take much
* * *
To read Charlie O’s story click here:
It’s unusual to receive a card in snail mail nowadays. Increasingly, social media, text and e-mail messages are the choice for everything from birthday greetings to wedding invitations. It was a nice surprise to receive a card from Sharon Bonin-Pratt (A “CURIOUS” Well Done Woman) and was struck by how lovely and whimsical the trees were.
I was even more surprised and delighted when I saw Sharon had hand drawn and painted it.
Peggy, too, loved it and made it into a poster. With Sharon’s urging we are donating one third of all profits to The Gentle Barn, Animal Rescue charity. (Judy)
“It is a tree of life to all who grasp it,
and whoever holds on to it is happy;
its ways are ways of pleasantness,
and all it paths are peace.