Funny thing when you are a teen ager it is impossible to project your thoughts into the future, in your mind it will always be so. As I remember it, mom and dad were so OLD at 35-40. My brothers were OLD, They were 12-14 years my seniors.
I did not think I would eventually have bunions, and crooked toes. These brown spots on my hands. I can remember seeing leathery wrinkles on my dad’s neck, it never occurred to me that one day that would be me.
Oh shucks, this flabby skin and those small miniature wrinkles, OUCH, do they belong to me? Hey this is me we are talking about. The kid with hair that formed a great ducks tail. The guy who could dive from the high rocks and swim miles, who could do one arm push ups and 100 chin ups were a breeze after 50 pushups.
I never knew that one day I would look down at my naked body and see a BELLY sticking out, hiding the other STUFF.
What happened to that naive kid?
This is Dale and Hazel. Instrumental in Our BEGINNING. Dale suggested I ask Sherry Harris out on a date. Sat. morning we had breakfast with Hazel and one of her daughters, Dale has passed.
Hazel and her beautiful daughter Donna.
Violet and Bobby (above) Sherry and Hazel (below)
Bob and Violet (who are kin to Hazel) were there. Since Pansy’s untimely passing and meeting Bobby’s brother James and their sister Velvie, by chance here (mentioned in my blog entry earlier), we have been drawn closer to Bobby & Violet.
Bob & Violet have a ministry at a senior home, they asked me to do a chalk picture and talk. I am honestly looking forward to it, it has been awhile. I plan for this to be my last performance.
I plan to get rid of my equipment after this. It has been a blast and a great thrill to see eyes light up when a hidden picture ‘excited by the black light’ appeared. but my hearing and age are showing effects. I actually saw the demise of my mentor, Ray Campbell, as he aged and thought his drawings were great, when they were actually about equal to the work of a 3rd grader.
It is a privilege to be asked, and I do appreciate the ones who remember.
Thanks for coming by the log.
I read about a haunted house the other day. The lady was sure the house was haunted. Every time she passed a mirror, instead of her reflection, there was a strange old woman watching her.
The year I discovered America. I liked this Packard Woodie ….