|Childhood in Buffalo Springs VA, acrylic, 18x24|
This is all true--I couldn't make this stuff up:
When I was three, I had a pet squirrel. Whisko Wilkerson was his name. I traded him to gypsies for a bird; the bird only lived for a few weeks. The gypsy caravan came through southern Virginia on Rt. 58 about once a year and Dad let them park overnight in front of our country store; we got our palms read and we children were never stolen.
When I was about five, I saw a flying saucer come towards our back yard as I stood near the gate. I ran into the house screaming; I escaped. (Okay, it's possible that was one of the days I had watched someone patch an inner tube at the store--I loved the smell of that glue.) My flying saucer looks a lot like a recessed ceiling light; maybe I was seeing the future.
At six, a calf was born and she became my pet--Pansy. I used my hair brush on Pansy and I rode on her back. Before my father studied to became a minister, he was a businessman--he owned the store which was on ten acres, owned several rental farms, was an antique dealer, drove a school bus, and he bought and sold livestock. HE SOLD PANSY! I'm sure I cried, but probably quietly, in my room. About a month later, he hitched the trailer to the car and he brought Pansy home--I'll bet he lost money on that deal. He told me much later that, as we drove past Pansy's new pasture on the way to church every Sunday, he could feel my feet pressing into the back of his driver's seat and just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know I was doing that--I was concentrating on holding my breath and trying not to cry.
If we're lucky our parents teach us lessons in caring. Happy Father's Day.
I'm considering adding a few faint stars to the sky (maybe the Virgo constellation for Dad's birthday); when I started this painting Saturday night the sky was starless and gray. This painting makes me smile and it was great getting back into my studio for four straight days and having real paint under my fingernails again.
Sat. 6/16/12--IMPORTANT UPDATE. Out of curiosity, I googled "UFOs in 1947" and the results were exciting. There was a six-week "wave" of reported sightings that year--all over the US. I only reported my sighting to my parents and, until this blog, never mentioned it to anyone. Maybe I really did see a flying saucer!!
|Childhood in Buffalo Springs VA (w/stars added)|