It's time to sort or be sorted. Art or get off the pot. And the announcement of my first annual ever Tear Up a Book Today Day. ... click here to continue reading this fascinating article.
Beginning parts deserve posting. This is the major focus area of a larger work. The round mirror needs some work so it will "fit in" to the piece. Most of the objects included in this area of the work are "found childhood" and the remainder came from "Remember When" in Greenville, my favorite store. Oh wait, the bottom right hand corner sewing bits came from a sewing basket bought at an estate auction in Farmville, Michael Cable [auctioneer extraordinaire]. The red bench belonged to a grand piano which I still own and will incorporate into a work at a later date. ... click here to continue reading this fascinating article.
Holiday Inn, 1965.
We took the first two weeks in Aug every year to go somewhere as family. Whirlpool shut down those weeks for maintenance and everyone went on vacation then. I guess Fort Smith (and Benton Harbor) emptied out and Labor Flight commenced.
Ann's in college, the 5 of us are almost done traveling together en masse. This is the trip to meet Senator McClellan (powerful but not scandalous) in DC (not to be confused with Sen Wilbur Mills and Fanne Foxe --"The Tidal Basin Bombshell", one of my favorite scandals, 1974, when Mills was caught driving drunk with stripper Foxe in DC, she jumped out of car and over side of bridge to escape) Daddy and McClellan were friends from Dad's time on the United States Senate Select Committee on Improper Activities in Labor and Management since Daddy testified years previously during some hearings about collective bargaining and other areas of his expertise.
A response* to Alicia Schindler's personal essay in the NYTimes [12-01-2014] .
Ms. Schindler wrote a blog post about her "aging" father's knack for calling just as she began preparing dinner. [Motherlode: Living the Family Dynamic] The post struck a chord with readers and, to date, has elicited over 98 comments.
Mom explained it this way: For most of her adult life, five p.m. to six p.m. was the transition hour. Daddy came home from work, children tumbled in from the yard and sat down to homework, she began to fix dinner -- we all transitioned both physically and mentally from public life to personal.