Sunday, May 30, 2010

rode the Elevator up and down

Well Saturday May 29th 2010, I rode the Elevator and watched my Mural as I went up and down. It was amazing. The first photo to the left is how it looks when you get in on the second floor. Next shot is of the Elevator Boy's who I made a point of having some fun with, they all had a wonderful sense of humor and we enjoyed working with them. First off they put me down in the pit and I started to incorporate the emergency ladder into the mural. I'm not really good on ladders but did rather well . The boy's were there to make me safe so that the Elevator wouldn't drop on my head, so I had all these men focusing on me in the pit, it took two of them to get me down there and back out when done. But, the exciting and scary part was riding on top of the Elevator, yes on top, myself and one of the guy's had to climb in on top and ride slowly to the top to cover a few screw holes and such things like that, I must admit as soon as it started up I found myself crouching down, a weird sensation for sure but these guy's are pros , big time. So I finished up all that needed to be done . The only thing I have not seen up yet because there was no one there to hang them are the two paintings I did for going up the steps, so I will return again another day soon and ride again to look out the portholes at the paintings outside the elevator.

I love the picture below right from down in the pit looking up towards the top of the elevator shaft. As you can see in this picture the mural is lite with spot lights as you ride up.

The last shot is of me in the pit.
So that is that and she is ready and waiting, they are opening either today or tomorrow. So head to Lunenburg ,get a room in this wonderful beautifully decorated Inn and take a ride for yourself. My baby is home.

Friday, May 21, 2010

a letter of Reconation from our local MLA

OK...this morning I may have to crazy glue my bottom to this chair . Pass the glue over boy's.

Yesterday when I picked my mail up...WOW!!! I had a very official envelope arrive , oh Dear what is this ? I opened it right there in the Post Office and and to my surprise and delight holy Hanna it was a letter from our Local MLA who sent me a letter of recognition from the House of Assembly of Nova Scotia. Of course I sent this news to all who may be happy for me at receiving such an honor and this morning I woke to an email from Heather Kelly who writes a Blog all about Queen's County , the people in it and what there is to see. Thank you Heather, such a wonderful kind article, I am on cloud nine and for me to float freely in the air, well it takes a lot ,I am a healthy girl :-)

There isn't much I can say that just looking at this letter doesn't say for itself.

Thank you everyone who has supported me all these years with my art and life ,costumers family and friend's I can't thank you all enough, I am thrilled to be awarded such a an honor and am humbled. Thank you Vicki Conrad MLA for Queen's.

Today and this weekend here in Liverpool The International Theatre Festival is going on and we have many people from near and far in town. Welcome all and the sun is shining. We are headed out on our bikes in a bit and then I will open my Gallery for the day.

Have a great weekend all.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Once upon a time in a small town dept. store

The other day I went into our local hardware store here in our quaint Little town of liverpool Nova Scotia where like all other little towns throughout the World ,everyone knows everyone. It is hard to be in a grumpy, leave me alone mood when you run into and are helped in these stores by such wonderful people who you grew up with ,whether old buddies or you just know them from shopping but always a smile and most times a joke or two is shared with these people. Well this day I was looking for something and while talking with the clerk he said to me"do you remember when you worked here when it was "People's Dept. store " back in the late 60's ? Well I had to laugh because I was just thinking about that when I was limping down those two flights of steps that day, I actually was remembering back when I ran up and down those steps many times a day back then ,I worked in the toy Dept. what fun we all had working in that store. My Mom worked there as well and I worked right beside her, she was on cash and my toy Dept. was right next to her and I bagged for her when she was busy, so many times people would remark how well we worked together and how much fun we had , when they found out we were Mother and Daughter ,they were impressed. I am happy to say I got to know my Mom during our time working together and I believe she enjoyed working with me, I know I gave this poor wonderful woman many headaches in the past. Yes little old now me :-)

So this clerk and I got to remembering and telling a few fun stories from back then and we shared a couple of these with one of his young coworkers and she was amazed at some of the things that went on there back then .

This store had many Depts and there was a person assigned to each Dept. They had a Pet Dept. and I can remember once they had a Skunk for sale another time they had a Squirrel Monkey, now I will admit right now before I get into my story , I do not approve today of these animals being sold and put into captivity . But lets get back to a fun story, one morning my mom was on checkout upstairs in the very front of the store which is now Home Hardware ,they had little square cubicles and counter which the cashier would go in and close and latch a little hip height door behind them. There she was all cozy and ready to open her register when this Squirrel Monkey came out from under her register where the bags were kept, well lets just say you could hear her squeal from all over the store and she jumped over the closed door. From the look of the stock room the Monkey had been out all night.

Another day, one of the girl's was trying to catch a budgie bird for someone, remember these Budgies? they came in green, yellow or blue, At times folk's would say I want that blue one over there, well they are pretty well all alike and we would catch what we thought was the one they wanted when then they would say,"no,not that one,that one" to have us there for God knows how long trying to net the right blue bird, well this one day a couple Budgies got out during this procedure and the girl who had the fabric Dept which was on the other side of the back of the store ,come to find out very quickly ,she was petrified of bird's and guess where these bird's took off too, yup,the fabric Dept. Well she grabbed whole bolts of material held them over her head while screaming and running away, well you should have seen all the commotion, it was just way too funny, I can't remember how we caught them in the end.

Another time , the manager who really liked Mom and enjoyed teasing and joking with her.Mom came into work one morning and again went to open her register and when she did a bunch of rubber snakes popped out when she opened the cash drawer. We were always doing silly fun things like that ,it was a different time and more people worked there ,now just a few look after the whole store .Oh, I made 96 cents an hour back then, yup, but I did get a raise :-)

A dear friend of mine worked there and she had the bra Dept. upstairs, one Friday night while we all were going around tidying up our Depts. killing time waiting to leave and go home for the night, she had an odd looking man in her Dept. she was keeping an eye on him from afar, every once in awhile he would kind of jump . When he left she went over to where he was and there she found a bra on the floor with a footprint on it, well we had fun with her that night, she had to walk home alone and she was a big breasted lady , we teased her saying for her to be careful of the bra stomper on her way home, today we would walk with her. A different time indeed.

Remember "Crazy Glue"? One Friday night, a couple young boys were looking a bit guilty and Mom told me to go keep an eye on them. The boys left and a while later we got a call from the Manger , come to find out the Boys stole the crazy glue and went to the movie at the Aster Theatre , one of them stuck his hand to the back of the seat in front of him and the Movie Manager had to pri him loose and finally the boy's admitted that they stole the glue from the store, I missed it.. whoops...

In my last story about Summers on the farm when I was a child, I mentioned about how I love a barn smell ,well Friday evenings at this store was my favorite time to work, folk's would come in from the country and even though these farmers probably had on their good town cloths on, I could still smell that lovely barn aroma coming from them.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Another Monster has been released!!!! down on the farm

My last blog stirred something inside me, this happens every once in awhile and every time I fall back like a drunk off his booze I get drawn in again to telling stories from my life .So here goes a little story about a tiny fishing Village on the Eastern Shore of Nova Scotia, Marie Joseph. A hop, skip and jump on the road to Cape Breton. Where as a child I spent one to three weeks every summer . My Mom's family had a working farm with a connecting general store where they sold their own milk ,butter, meat ,vegetables as well I remember barrels of molasses they would dip into for folk's ,they had fun nick knacks from China ,fishing gear for the neighboring fishermen ,who would trade at times fish/lobster for meat and veg. My mother ,God rest her soul, I think about her everyday ,I bet I'm not the only one. Well Mom would love to tell us the story about when she was a young girl in school and all her friend's would be eating Bologna for lunch while she hung her head with shame because she was stuck with Lobster Sandwiches again, we use to laugh and talk about this while she was cleaning her lobster and mine at the same time, even though she had it so much when she was a child she never lost the love of a good boiled Nova Scotia lobster as well I remember her cleaning all the bones out of my salt herring and still not miss a stroke in getting her share in, nothing better then boiled salt Herring and potatoes...oh ,do you not agree?

Back to the farm, my great Uncle Alex was the man of the farm and his wonderful wife Cora was just that my Aunt Cora, she was a very big woman and I can see her sitting right inside the kitchen door everytime we would arrive for our visit,looking out the side window for costumers , the arms on her rocking chair were sprung because of her weight . They had gas pumps as well ,the store was just a walk into another large side room off the upstairs steps. Her footwear always stuck in my mind ,I believe she was so large she could only be comfortable in moccasins and her shoes as with the chair arms bulged on the sides, interesting what we remember from when we were kid's .She always had an apron on and I remember her hair being salt and pepper in color and rather witchy looking now that I think about it all these years later. But no finer Lady would you want to meet, she had the most wonderful Eastern Shore drawl when she spoke which if you asked me to mimic it today I couldn't but I can hear it in my mind as I sit here. Don't you Love it when that happens? I can also smell the bread which was always cooling on the counter . Now that I hopefully have painted a picture of Aunt Cora ,lets talk about Uncle Alex for that is where you would find me ,up bright and early every morning to go to the barn with him , milk the cows, feed the chickens and take the cows out to pasture for the day to be brought back again at night. I can see in my minds eye the cobwebs on the barn windows.Uncle Alex was a fairly slim normal height of a man ,always with five o'clock shadow on his weathered face, his ball cap or actually it was more of a train conductors looking cap, see in above B/W photo , I remember it looking like it had seen many days of hard work and even when he was dressed in his Sunday best go to meeting cloths for a funeral or wedding,he still had that Heavenly smell of barn and livestock wafting from him. Over the years I have had some wonderful thoughts and moments regarding the smell of a barn, am I strange to love that smell so ? maybe, but I think not. When he and I would get back from taking the cows out to pasture I would then help Aunt Cora separate the milk,she would bake with fresh milk daily. I see the big cream separator in the side room off the porch and right outside the kitchen. I can smell the fresh milk , oh how nice that was. She used dish cloths for filtering the milk and then our next chore was to make butter...yes homemade butter. No wonder Chuck and I choose to try our hand at small scale hobby farming when we married and moved to the country...thank you Uncle Alex and Aunt Cora for that . I played on old hay wagons throughout the day, I was found once in the barn sound asleep laying with one of my many pet calves from over the years ,I always no matter what color they were, called them "Brownie". Making hay was fun ,I never had to work hard and I hope I wasn't in Uncle's Alex's way or under foot , I never did get that impression, actually we were pretty darn close ,we would lay on the old head ache couch at the end of the day in the kitchen with smells of Aunt Cora's delicious meals sending aromas throughout the house landing in our sleepy worn out from a hard days work nostrils and then before bed we would sit in the fancy parlor and watch TV with the old rabbit ears on top , maybe one channel. I remember Aunt Cora had a blanket on the fancy couch because of Alex's work cloths and she had a piece of clear plastic pinned across the back wall of the couch because his greasy hair might have stained her wall paper.

One thing that always amused me and I thought about it years later was the fact they sold toilet paper in their store but choose to have catalogs to use instead of TP in the outhouse. Mom ,Dad and I would sleep upstairs in the front guest room and we at night would use the most beautiful blue willow chamber pot and bowl and pitcher set for morning grooming. We had real toilet paper in our room but not outside. Mom was a bad one for Pepsi and every night on our way upstairs to bed she would pop into the store and get a bottle ,remember the inside door to the store was at the the right of the stairs , that was a kid's dream to have a store right in your house. I would work in the store at times with Aunt Cora, you know I get the feeling Aunt Cora and Uncle Alex must have been stuck baby sitting me a lot because I was always with one or the other of them, while Mom and Dad would visit old friend's and really only remember Mom at bed time . I was kept very busy down on the farm . I would Love to work in the store, not doing much of anything but enjoying feeling very special ,being behind the counter , it seems every Summer I would get one of those special nick knacks I told you about and I would always pick a ceramic horse,I had this horse collection for years.

Sometimes when Mom and Dad were out late I would sleep in the what I want to call the nursery because it was a very tiny room off of Aunt Cora's room,something we today would make into a dressing room. In this tiny room was a sleigh bed with a down filled mattress,comforter and pillow, I would just sink in this bed and sleep like a baby.

One day when I was in the outhouse which was out back down a path past Uncle Alex's woodshed, I got stuck there for awhile, he had a Goose and Gander and I guess the Gander was on her nest and Daddy Goose was in a mood or protecting Momma because everytime I would attempt to leave that outhouse this guy would chase me back in. Finally I heard uncle Alex in the wood shed and cried for help, and was eventually rescued from that little adventure.

Making hay was a fun time for me, my job was easy ,I would ride on top of the hay wagon and stomp it down, my favorite work horse's name was "Billy". One Summer arriving there on the farm just after being at the Bridgewater Big Ex. I had a couple pieces of that cheap jewelry ,remember they would engrave it for you right there at the Ex.? I tied a piece of jewelry to his bridle. This picture above is of me in Uncle Alex's hay wagon with Billy the horse. This image is so small maybe I can figure out how to make it bigger.I think I was about ten in this shot.

My sister ,rather then stay with us on the farm would always continue on to where our Father was from Goldenville where there were two cousin's near her age.Goldenville is just a couple of miles from today (Historic Sherbrook Village) Guysbough County . When I knew it ,it was literally a side road ,you could go straight to our dad's homestead on the way to some old mine shafts or veer to the left which would take you back to the highway. In it's day Goldenville was a bombing place . You can imagine back then during the old Gold mining days . Our Father luckily missed out going to war because as a young teen he worked in the Gold mines driving dynamite trucks which was a very much needed job back then . Most of the able bodied men were over seas and only the young men and women were left for these jobs.

Of course when I was there the older girl's would rather not have me tag along with them ,so I would bake biscuits with Aunt Rene (Irene) her biscuits were some of the best tea biscuits I have ever had in my 57 years . She had a big shallow metal sink with the old time hand pump and I remember washing my hair in it, you had to heat the water on the wood stove and be creative as to how you rinsed trying to get the temperature just right with the mix of heated water from the stove and fresh cold well water from the hand pump. Something else I recall was in every bedroom there was a center ceiling light and there would be a string tied to the light switch and coming down tied to the bed headboard and you would crawl into bed at night after a great day in a super place and reach up and pull the string to turn the light off to then fall into a blissfull sleep.
Mom and Dad lived In Goldenville when they first married ,after a couple years Dad took a job in the Goldmines in Lunenburg County and eventually ended up in Liverpool.

You know Living that type of life is hard ,I have done it ,not only back then when I was visiting these wonderful places as a child but before our son was born, we chose to live like this, we went inshore fishing for a bit and lived in a little place called Feltzen South in Lunenburg County. We had no running water or electricity, no convinces of today's world but I believe everyone should experience this way of life if only for a short time, whenever I flush I'm Thankful.
Our time in Feltzen South is a story in itself, to be told another day.

the old days of home milk delivery

We were sitting here last evening and I got to thinking about the days as in my title "home milk delivery". Lets go way back to when I was a kid growing up in the prefabs in Liverpool Nova Scotia in the 1950's when our milk man arrived in our neighborhood each morning to seeing empty milk bottles with money in them on the doorsteps of each house . I don't recall ever hearing about any money being stolen. Not only did he deliver our milk but he did it in a horse drawn wagon. Each morning I would hear the horses tack ,a sound that if heard today floods my mind with visual memories, might even make my mouth water at the thought of those lovely little glass bottles full of the best chocolate milk any little chubby girl could ever want. And I see still the paper caps on the bottles . My birthday is in February and I remember every party I had Mom would order a case of this Chocolate milk for my friend's and I and we would suck up our delicious Chocolate treat with a straw.
Those memories I treasure but there is more I want to share with you regarding the milk wagon and that would be what the horse left behind to be scooped up fresh daily by many households , but one very dear lady "Pearl" a few doors up from us. She would run out every morning to collect the fresh still warm horse waste for her garden. But, something I don't remember is what happened to any waste that didn't get scooped up by gardeners, I don't ever recall stepping in any and I don't remember the town getting rid of it back then so I guess we just stepped around it. Those were the days my friends, those were the days. Try and leave an empty bottle with money in it on your doorstep and see what would happen today. Sad to say but the milk bottle would be broken probably into the street and the money would be gone. The sad thing is ,this act would most likely be done by young adults not children these days.
Now, let me share another fond memory from the early ,mid sixties again here in Liverpool, The "ice cream truck" owned by a family friend of ours back then. He had a gold mine with that rig, it played a tune as he drove along and we kid's would hear him coming and run to get our few pennies for ice cream, beaming with excitement as he turned the corner unto our street. The kid's would run along behind him with joy and laughter, oh so good and tasty those treats were as well yummy memories.
When we moved to Charleston in 1985 I was thrilled to see that we had home milk delivery from a truck not horse drawn wagon, but it was still the same in the way we would leave a note and money for him, this milk man became a friend of ours ,we bought our first cow from him and I am thankful our son got to see a world when these simple little things like home milk delivery was a way of life. Of course when we got cows and goats ,we no longer needed our milk man ,we would then instead go to the barn and get our own to then make cheese ,yogurt all that good stuff as well as homemade ice cream. I remember there was a gentleman who dug graves when needed up the road in the cemetery which the land was once owned and donated to the community by our Tom ,he today has a place of honor there, to rest near his homestead.This grave digger use to stop by our house and ask for a jar of fresh milk for his lunch break, so I guess we were kind of milk men ourselves.
I remember we went to see Tom many times when he lived in the nursing home in Middlefield after he had to leave his homestead because of his health, he thought the world of us and we of him. I often would say to him that the old house and farm was still his to visit and stay whenever he liked and that we were just kind of looking after it for him. The Nursing home he lived in would at times take the residents on a road trip to see the sites and what they would do is drop Tom off at our/his house to spend the day with us and he would lie on the sofa when he got tired and pet the dog and tell us wonderful stories about when he was a boy living there on our /his farm. Stories referring to his Mom as "Mother" Tom was the baby and stayed unmarried on the farm and took care of his Mom and Dad until their death to remain there for years by himself. He told us about his memory of two black men who came ,slept in the barn for a couple days while they plastered the walls in the house,his sister ,Mom and Dad slept in the L-chamber while the work was being done. His sister lived just down the road around the corner from us and we use to visit her a lot to hear great stories from her as well. We were putting our bathroom in upstairs ,in fact we found out this room was her bedroom, we had to take up a few floor boards and to our surprise we found pieces of a little tea set, yes I took this little tea set to her , she teared and told me the story of how her tea set went missing during the plastering of the walls, the tea set was missing for all those years to be found by us then to be returned to it's elderly owner. She was thrilled. Over the years we found a few interesting things in and around this 20 acre property but another special item I remember is one day Chuck was down in the cellar where there were stone walls and dirt floor. He was down there working when he came to me with a very dirty something ,after washing it off I discovered a wonderful tortoise shell hair pin, it was absolutely beautiful and was real tortoise shell and very old . I took this treasure down to "Alwilda" what a beautiful name she had. I heard about the day that "Mother and Father" were in the cellar digging it out and "Mother" lost her hair pin in the dirt. Alwilda was tickled pink to be given her Mother's hair pin back, but sadly I believe her returned treasures may have not been kept by anyone after her death, I didn't have the heart to ask for these things back after she died thinking and hoping that someone very close to her might want to keep them and their memories but I don't believe it was the case.I am heart broken to have lost these things but well things happen and I do still have my memories to take the place of the physical things. One day Chuck and our son Clay were in the cellar doing something and they came up with a gleam in their eyes and what they found were two very old American pennies dated 1854 , we still have them ,they were buried in the dirt near the stone walls. Tom then told us how he remembered two men who were hired to put the stone walls up, I believe these pennies may have been lost from one of their pockets . I laughed and I told Clay and Chuck to go back down and stay until they found the rest of the money , but , they only found two cents .Funny you know ,how things happen, when we moved into the farm there was not a lot left behind, an old organ which we tried to keep but it simply took up too much room and a couple of old trunks that I still have today. It seemed whenever we were working around and needed something ...sure enough that something we needed would mysteriously appear somewhere hanging in the barn , which we must have overlooked before. One day we were putting up cattle fence and Chuck needed something to put his nails in and wow!!in the far shop was hanging an old white canvas carpenters apron filled with nails, where did this come from we asked? We had never seen it before, a lot of times stuff like this would happen. We believe River Bend Farm was there waiting for us with it's toilet in the kitchen because Tom did not want to spend too much money putting it anywhere else only a cold water tape in the kitchen, he had a drilled well put in a couple years before we came but before that he carried water from the dug well across the road from the house. We had a great 23 years there in that community to then in 2007 sell it to people we believe were sent to us by maybe Tom and Alwilda , for the people who bought from us are perfect for our old homestead and Love it as much as we did and do still. Over those years all that we found in and around the property ,old tools anything connected to the farm that was there waiting for us ,we left for the new owners. You know we were for sale for three years ,that is a long time but I believe we were waiting for our new third owners . I wrote a long letter to them ,telling them where Tom was buried and all the history we knew about the property, the four little graves on blueberry hill for instance where you can still see the old picket fence which surrounded it half buried amongst the blueberry bushes. Our new owner's have been up to the Charleston Cemetery to visit with our Tom, how sweet of them, I told you they were meant to own our little piece of Heaven. They are very spiritual people.
My goodness,back to the blueberries , I would pick and pick and one day I was cleaning my berries on my back deck when a bird flew over my head and dropped believe it or not...dropped blueberry droppings on my head, I think i was being told that day to save some berries for them. Tom use to make his living by cutting pulp wood from his at that time couple hundred acres and we actually found the remains of his old wooden wheel barrow in the woods on the side of the barn., too broken up to save unfortunately.
But the memories live on.

Monday, May 10, 2010

wetfelting weekend

what a weekend I had ,Thanks to my Cuz. Lynn Sponagle from "Decretive Kindling" check her out ,she is one of my followers. Her work is wonderful!!Must be in the blood...LOL

Lynn and I have been needle felting for sometime now and are both obsessed. I have done a little bit of wet felting before and like Lynn wanted to do more so she dove into bangles and now I am doing them and what a weekend I had ,to the point my darling husband was concerned I would burn myself out , as long as he has been living with me and this concerns him? Hmmmm... I don't think so, but I did rub my hands almost raw.I love to create ,something like this I call relaxing, I made 14 bracelets and 20 rings since I think last Thursday, Lynn was the first to do the bracelets, she adds wonderful bead work to hers . I wanted to make my first for me and I am a drummer so really can't have beads or wear regular jewelry while I drum so my bangle is just wool. I added one stone, shell or bead to my rings ,just to give them a little bling.

This process is so fun. Watching the wool shrink and felt, like magic.I wore my ring and bangle to bed last night just to see how it "felt" get felt fine :-) and no concern getting it wet, why that is how you felt with water, just always make sure you let it dry out before putting it away.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

a busy yesterday

Yesterday was a beautiful warm busy day.

I had work on my mind , painting but not art. I duck taped my paint brush as well as my scraper to broom handles and went to work on the white house trim. May I suggest to you all never paint above your head on a day when the wind at times would gust to 50, lets say our driveway has blobs of white paint on it, could have been worse.
Then I came inside for a bit and made an open flag for the gallery, my idea was to make the flag from an old canvas coat ,painted it bright colors,both sides with open painted on it, I always strive to recycle or reuse as much as I can and have been when I think of it this way since before it became the thing to do. I guess you could say I am cheap? or , as I like to think of myself as creative ,knowing that if I can reuse something today and save money and Earth then I will be ahead in the long run,works for me.While I was doing this Chuck mowed the back forty...just a joke, but still way too much to mow, I either want to cover all the grass with flowers or shrubs or pave the back yard.
When the work was done we sat under our pergola and exercised with our drums. It is exercise for the mind and body. Here is a shot of our Mr. Ed enjoying a tune from Dad.
Our large boat piece was hung in the driveway ,my plan is to do more work on this piece in the coming days. I will be working on it outside of course so if you are in Town drop by.
I am waiting on someone to pick up a few consignment pieces for our local hospital gift shop.
Then I am thinking of maybe doing something for me...will see,how that goes.

Monday, May 3, 2010

back after a couple days

I 'm back, it has been busy this past couple of days since I wrote here in my blog, Spring does that to one, sneaks up with much work, getting out on the bike , seeing old friend's who were held up inside all Winter, yard sales to visit and buy more stuff to replace the junk you put out for Spring cleanup, my, the more things change the more they stay the same.

Yesterday we went to our friend's Mom's 97th Birthday gathering, she is such a Dear . When I was in my early preteen years she was my solo teacher, I remember going to her house after Christmas year after year once a week to practice for the music festival. I see in my mind the room in the front of her house with the piano , the room is as clear as if I were standing in it right now. There was a closed door to the rest of the house and I use to hear Kate my friend now but at the time I didn't know her on the other side of the door talking with her since passed Dad. Years later when I knew Kate and hung around with her, I remember going to her home and waiting for her to get ready for us to go out.I would sit in the other front room where her Mom would wait with me while she pressed her beautiful flowers in between the pages of her book. she was and is a very classy, wonderful person a special lady indeed and I am happy to still have her here and she being a friend of mine today.

Above is a shot of my blank greeting cards I offer ,there are a few more not on the rack yet to be added. Some like to choose 4 or 5 same theme and put them in a multiple mated frame. Also there is a shot of some of the product which is waiting to be taken to our various local Tourist spots for the Summer.
As well take notice of the shot of the Theatre Masks, this sign will be on our house to welcome Actors and the like from all over the world and nearby who will be here in our wonderful Little friendly town for our Biannual Theatre Festival . Every second year a local artist is chosen to make the awards for these Actor's, it is an honor which I proudly have had my turn at.
Our Town will come alive on May 19-23 and be a bustle with People from all over the Maritime provinces and World. There is music entertainment ,plays ,socializing with interesting people and stories and lives to share. My hope God willing, I have a nap first, is to join in on the late night,early morning jam sessions ,my plan is to make one for sure, I would do all three evenings at Lanes late night Thurs. Fri. and Sat. if I were about 20 years younger :-( I plan to take my Tongue drum and if Chuck joins me, more drums and maybe rhythm instruments. Of course even though I will be with Adults possibly drinking, I will have to remind them if they use a drum to respect the drum , like I tell children a drum has skin just like our fragile skin and can be cut, so we must be very careful Kid's :-) if you can...join in ,visit our Town on the long weekend in May,look me up.
Tomorrow I will post a picture and story about the huge boat piece we just hung outside on our fence in the Gallery driveway ,this piece is so big I have no where for it inside this Summer, so it is out there in a shady spot waiting for someone , maybe you ? to buy it and take it home to hang inside your high ceiling home ,it is about 10 Feet long. These pieces are very hard to find , I have been fortunate to have over the years found all in all that size about 4 pieces like this, I know where two of them are hanging today and I have been there and have seen them, what a wonderful feeling to see where one's art is hanging, yes every piece I do has a whole lot of me ,of course in it. And most times I can tell you where the piece came from as I can with this particular boat piece.