* dad , daddy , pa , papa, pop *my pop is the father of six girls and a self taught artist. One of my first memories of his art is a mural he did in charcoal on a large red wall in our living room. It was a stagecoach with horses, it seemed to jump off the wall into the room. I loved it. He also created a barn 'look' on the second floor landing of our house. Complete with split rail fencing used for the stair rail - the only thing between us and certain death was termite ridden timber. But, it looked fabulous! Our house had only one bathroom and with seven females in the house including my Mom, you can imagine how my Dad felt the need to make his mark (so to speak) in the one room he really had no control over. T hus, began our summer spent retrieving rocks from the river; for what would become the most famous bathroom in town. It was a good size room with a long wall of mirrors, a claw foot tub, the essential toilet and a window. Pop's idea was to
Hello Jane,
ReplyDeleteWhere in the world have you been! I have missed you and your wonderful posts. I would have loved to have attended the market in Chicago. I'm in love with the gorgeous table. I love the front of it. :)
I hope you are staying cool. I've heard it's been unseasonable hot there this summer, it's always hot here. Yesterday it was 108 degrees and today it's supposed to be 106. I long for it to rain slow and steady for at least week. We haven't had any rain to speak of in so long, I can't remember when it was.