Summer goes by so fast here in Superior. We just get the nice warm weather and then fall hits. I've enjoyed time with my Grandchildren and hopefully they have each learned something this year that will help then in the future. I hope they have had some fun too...but as I get older I realize what influence my grandparents had on me. Grandma Venla, the short funny creative little lady that lived on Iowa Ave, downtown Billings Park...right next to where the Antique Shop use to be. I got to go there everyday at lunch time from Cooper School. I'd run there with Johnny Fields chasing after me. Years later I asked Johnny if he knew how luck he was that he never caught me.
Yes...the older we get the wiser we get...dispensing pearls of wisdom to the kids...and we never forget that time of year...getting ready for school in the fall. The clothes, shoes, getting back together with school friends....planning where and what time to meet for the bus ride...Where you're locker will be.
I still have nightmares of old Central Jr High and I am lost, late for a class.
My studio is getting closer to getting remodeled. Many items to go through. My grandson Dylan, has been wonderful about helping me this summer. He has toted totes up/down stairs, and to Goodwill...
I am very fortunate.
He decided that instead of going to Vally Fair for rides ect..., it would be more enjoyable to him to have me paint on his shirts for school this year. We picked out plain t-shirts, and he scanned the internet for his favorite designs, and we shared a nice time together while I painted for him. He told me this was better then anything I could have bought him. The look on his face as he tried each shirt on...made me happy and also made me cry. He said thank you Gramma...I love them.
I have two Grandaughters also. KTQ & Neeva, Nicknames) We do art.crafts here on the orange counter bar in our kitchen. They think it's the best thing in the world. I hope I can pass down what I got from my Grandma and my Mom too. Sitting painting with my Mom, getting ready for a craft show, humming away-bad habit...were the best times I had with her. Best time with my Dad...in his workshop, teaching me to build basic goodies to paint on. Teach...give back...that's what its all about isn't it?
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