There was a farmer who's ancient barn fell in a wind storm. While I was out hiking I pulled some of the unbroken pieces of slate out of the rubble and took them home to paint on after I'd cleaned the spiders off of them. I hadn't found "my style" yet but I loved to paint things.
This was my room. I know it was a mess but I knew where everything was. That pile of blue was Foxy's bed. It was a basket that I put an old blanket in for him. I had to shake it out almost daily because if someone gave him a meat scrap or a bone you can bet he would hide it in there so he could bring it out later to tease the other dogs.
I loved both of my guitars. I took lessons for awhile even though I swore my fingers wouldn't reach across the strings, they did.
Of course there were books and papers everywhere. Did you really expect a pristine bedroom?
When I left, Mom took over my room and somehow the walls got covered but she put that yucky red and white contact paper up there. It always sagged in a corner. It wasn't meant to be used this way. At least I don't think it was. The red part was velveteen like.
I believe this was when Dad was building the front add on part. That's Steven Taylor with him. I think he probably just came over to get out of chores or away from whatever idiotic thing was going on in his home.
I may or may not have told you this but when we first moved in here they lived in a three sided dwelling, if you could call it a dwelling. One side was sheets of clear plastic.
It just goes to prove that no matter how bad your situation there is always someone worse off than you.
Mom was over there talking to Effie his first wife and the table was set for dinner with the open butter dish with a stick of soft margarine in it. A chicken got up on the table and walked through the butter. Effie just sent the chicken flying, took up a knife and smoothed the surface of the butter. Mom laughed over that for years.
Sue in "our" dress. I had it first but it looks better on her if someone could have given her something to smile about.
A ditzy one of me. Please kill me if I ever get glasses like that again. They made me look like a giant insect.
Mom's poppies. I'm not sure but I may have brought the originals from Ohio for her. I've tried to grow them here many times but the slugs always eat them the minute they are up.
They were better looking in the real view. Once when the kid was little he went out there and picked all the buds off and gave them to me as a present. I'll have to ask Sue if Mom ever found out he did that. I know she discovered her denuded flowers and she probably blamed him anyway....