At 3:30-ish on Wednesday afternoons, the storm door squeaks as I walk into my art teacher’s basement studio. Miss Judy always greets me with a smile and a friendly greeting when I arrive for my weekly painting class. I tie…
When Notgrass History gets together for our annual Christmas party, we divide into teams and create something very silly during a certain time limit, using stuff our fulfillment team uses to pack orders. This year we had a girls team…
One day last week I shared paintings by Edward Moran, a painter whose works I didn’t know until I came across his Life Saving Patrol on the Smithsonian Institution public domain image site. Here it is again. Life Saving Patrol by…
My mother was an accomplished seamstress. I was eight years old when she began teaching me to sew on the sewing machine. She helped me make this apron for a 4-H project. When our older daughter, Bethany, got married, Mother…
When I was a little girl, Daddy used to ask me sometimes: “Charlene, do you know what you’re doing?” I must have been one of those dreamy kind of children who need to be called back to reality every now…
Another of the poems in The Little Book of the Past by Josephine Preston Peabody is this one: Making a House First of all, I draw the Smoke Trailing up the sky; Then the Chimney, underneath; And Birds all flying…
