Paintings Forgotten, Chalk Board and Deaths

 The other day I was going through an album I started when I started painting. My teacher told me to always take a pic of what you paint. I also keep an album on FB for my paintings, I realized this one was not on FB. Not the best pic since it is a pic of a pic. 

I painted this years ago. It is of a church in Johnson City TN (East TN) during the fall.

So I painted it. 

Here is another pic of a pic.

I gave to a friend that loved wine, but failed to tell her NOT to frame under glass.

You don't frame oils under glass. I am not sure how it faired as

the years went by. 

And another early on in my painting journey.

Years ago....and I do mean years ago, prob close to 

10 or 11 I found this cabinet door piece at 

Habitat for Humanity Rehab store. I had plans for it.

BUT

never did do what I planned. 

A couple of weeks ago I pulled it out and decided to

work on it. So I cut a piece of board to close the 

hole up in the center. 

Then since it was a dark brown, sorry forgot

to take a pic, I primed it and painted it.

Oops, forgot to tell you that I also painted the board

I cut, with chalkboard paint. Once I had it all

painted, I nailed it to the back of the cabinet door. 

It hangs in the kitchen now. 

Keep in mind, the cutting of the board and

spray painting was done weeks ago.

The rest was done in the last two days 

between hanging lights and putting up

Christmas. 

So once I got busy with this project it took 

a couple of weeks, but the thought came to 

me all those years ago.

Caleb (grand) is 20, I was going to originally 

make it for him!!!

 

A week ago I went to the mailbox and found a 

card from Sal's mom. I had sent her a card when I 

found out about Sal. She was just thanking me

for that and for thinking of them. She also sent 

that little card with Sal's pic on it. 

Still breaks my heart. 

With that, another classmate past 

yesterday. About a week ago he was doing 

something in the garage, somehow fell and 

was in the trauma unit at Vanderbilt Hosp.

He never woke up. He leaves two sons, a wife,

brother and several nieces and nephews.  I had

not spent anytime with John since school but we 

are such a close group when we lose one we fill it.

(1978)

(Now)

RIP John.

If my count is right, that is 6 in 2 yrs from the 

class of 78 and being in our early 60's that is just too

young.

Pam