Happy Father's Day 2010

I hope it is a good Father's day for all. My dad died years ago and for some reason today I realized I had never heard my father sing. There are still things I will never know that made my dad who he was. You're still on my mind Daddy, Happy Father's Day.

Thanks for Attending

To all the tea party attendees thank you for stopping at my party. It was so nice of you to come by. I went to all the parties too! Welcome to all my new followers, and to all of you who follow this blog you make my day!
Now don't forget Kelly is hosting A Hartfelt Christmas this Saturday so get ready!


From the bears and me:0)

Auction Piece for Teddy Reunion in the Heartland

Well, this is what has been keeping me busy.This is my auction piece for Teddy Reunion in the Heartland 2010 to be held in Clarion, Iowa in June 2010.

This is Remember Me... I Remember You.

It's a Sailor Angel watching over a loved one as she feeds the birds.

There's a close up of each. He wears a National Defense medal.




She wears a replica of an apron from the thirties or forties.

His uniform represents a soldier who has not yet achieved rank in honor of all the young men who have been lost in war. He represents our young women too. I chose a sailor in honor of my husband who served his country for 23 years. He looked so handsome in his white uniform, and he loved wearing this one best even over his chief uniform though he loved being a chief.

We haven't forgot the loved ones we lost... we remember.

This show is only held once every five years and I am happy to be attending again. The whole town welcomes you with open hearts and even homes. They put the artist and collectors up in their homes.

The town feeds you and the artists get to ride in the parade, how cool is that! All the auction pieces will be on their website soon. I'll post that info at a later date.

I better start thinking what my spectacular piece will be for the show. Ahh, back to work. Now, do I remember what sleep was like?!

All Aboard

This is part of the bridge that is on my walking trail. They are old railroad ties reused as the trail used to be a rail line. When I first moved in my house I could here the train as it passed by during the day.It was a comforting sound. my dads family were railroad men, worked the cars.
My dad worked the dining cars, one uncle worked the private trains for the likes of the Rockefellas and Aaron Spelling. It was a great job to have back then for a black man and my family was proud to work the trains.
It's a great way to travel, watching history go by as you wind your way through crevices that make you wonder how they achieved such feats. Yes, I know on the backs of sweat and tears. Yet it prevails as a testament to dedication, hard work and hard workers like the men in my family who served so they could provide for their families.
I love trains. I love the sound of the wheels on the track, the views out the window and the sense of being in a different time when you ride a train.