Hi folks. This is me. I seem to recall that I am "air" conducting a version of my song, "I'll Be Coming Home" for a family friend. The song is about someone who is far away but is thinking of home and asking his or her loved ones to keep the porchlight burning for they are coming home.

Dinner At Grandmother's House

My grandparents lived in an old house in North Carolina. It was weathered and worn. It was unique in that the main house and the kitchen/dining room were not connected except by a long porch. I am told this was to prevent the whole house from burning down in the event of a fire in the kitchen. There were eight children born to them and from that, 21 grandchildren. When we would go "home" from Virginia for holidays, we would all crowd around the dining room table. It had 4 leaves and could seat about 18 people. The youngest children sat at a separate table over to the side. But, when I went to stay with Grandmama in the summer, several of my cousins and I could sit at the big table and watch Grandmama carve a ham or slide bisquits from a hot tin sheet to a gleaming white plate. We always had butter and jelly. All this is seared in my memory in a romantic and wonderful way. The truth is, there was no bathroom in the house, so we all had to use the outhouse. That was interesting and different to a city girl!

phish

My son and daughter-in-law are big fans of the group phish. This year, once again, they were unable to obtain tickets to the venue closest to them. They said they tried everything but that it seemed the tickets were sold out before they could even get on the internet. Anyway, they were so disappointed, I drew this watercolor picture for them showing fish in the audience watching phish. They thought it was kinda cute. Their 4 year old daughter thought it was "funny." Hope you like it. Remember, there's a lot of fun out there to be had.

Sailabration

This little watercolor painting I did as a thank you to some friends who are avid sailors. Here, on July 4th, fireworks are thrown up and away over the Elizabeth River. Many of the sailors in our area anchor out in the river to watch. Their boats actually become part of the scene in this spectacular event. I am so touched by any kind of patriotic event, I cry while cheering at a parade. When the military units march by, watch out!