Monday, December 26, 2011

A Story about Animals






















It’s a cow, isn’t it? I had an idea. Make sheets from heavy paper. Double wide. A wolf. Probably. They are looking for home. That’s what they want you to do. If I cut this in the middle. You can’t cut this. I want to make a home for all these animals. If we cut it in the middle. We have to split it in fifty pieces, twenty five each. Put the number and name of each animal. Make a whole set of drawings. I’ll give you pictures of animals. I have to go to school to see if I can get a whole pile of drawings. I found them wandering around in the woods, starving to death. They don’t hunt because they are too weak. They are weak because they can’t get food. The stronger ones can eat - find some food. We can work on this a little at a time. Make a book out of it. The sheep is full of fleas. The other one scratches his head. You have to have money to get food. A bag of dreams costs five dollars. Beside that, they need water. Put them near a pond. Now they are healthy. They feel better I guess so. We can get the state to give us money to buy food. I don’t want it to be a pretend story because I love animals. A young man in his fifties, with dark hair, dressed like a farmer is going to come and help the animals. He feeds them whatever he has, some grain, water, no meat though. I don’t think they have meat. You have to let me think and go through my accounts. Corn. I’d put them in something and feed them after I checked to see if they are not in danger. Five or six but not too much because he would be ill. Have you ever had a time when you are not ill, but you run into problems? It’s all sweaty. You don’t need that, but you need music for the ears. She didn’t go far. Ten dollars. I don’t know right now; I’ve been busy getting other things going. Horses are side by side. Maybe after a while they can go hunting, not now, because they are still run down. He has more food for them. They have a hiding place about this big [she holds her hands apart two feet] where they keep the food. One of them says to the other, “Are you my mother?” She says, “Yes!” [They clap their hands and smile.] They find the hiding place and have enough food to satisfy themselves.



Henry, June, Betty, Margaret, Gretchen, Maxine

Sunday, December 18, 2011

It Takes Life to Make a Baby




























Mergitroy’s jazzing it up. Patricia just found out that they are expecting a baby. His wife is playing the flute, while the husband sings a song. It goes like this, “My parking days are over. My sparkling lights are out. What used to be my sex appeal is now my water spout.” They are not children; they are adults. It is entirely different now. Mergitroy is juggling two apples, and he drops the apples. They just get along, that’s all. This is the first time she has ever been pregnant. They are excited and afraid, it’s something new. She was a cashier, and she told the boss at J.C. Penney. She rings up things that people are buying and shows them various objects that they are wanting to look at. She continues to work while she is pregnant. Mergitroy is a railroad man, he rides the rails and watches over them. She had her baby, a girl, six pounds and four ounces. The baby has blond hair and blue eyes. Giving birth was not too much trouble. They call her Abigail Loretta. You have to have bottles, diapers, everything else and whatnot to take care of the baby. She slept through the night and she was very comfortable. Patricia took six months off work. Make sure the baby has a good home to go to - that’s the first thing. She works eight hours a day. It makes it kind of rough. Mergitroy asks her, “Take a leave of absence while the baby is so young.” She says, “You take care of the baby.” He growls at her. She growls back at him and says, “I’m doing it may way.” He should help her out accordingly, get supper ready. He is good dad. He prepares, helps her prepare. Thank God! She quits her job. The dear little baby made up for everything. They work it out very well.



Thelma, Barbara, Christine, Gretchen, Patricia

Friday, December 9, 2011

Saving Rosemary




















It’s pretty good. This is a masterpiece. Skinny legs on these two. They are really working hard, that’s for sure. Playing mostly, throwing that darn piece of wire around. This scribbly stuff, I’d say throw it away, it looks like it was used for something else. It reminds me of a cold winter’s night, and I wouldn’t have any use for it. It looks like frozen ground and the stuff out there, I grew up on a farm so that’s what it looks like. Long skinny people trying to go fishing with a net. I could never stand there and do that and not fall in the water. So far they have not had luck, and hopefully before the day is over, they will have something. There must be something there or they wouldn’t go after it. They come from Oregon. One is Rosemary, and Charlie is the man. Cart it all around like a Caesar. Make a boo boo here and there. Rosemary got a fish hook in her foot. Charlie helped her get the fish hook out of her foot. It wasn’t easy, but because it was cold, she didn’t feel a lot of pain. He straightened the fish hook and pulled it out, so that it wouldn’t be so painful. He probably does have more experience than she has. He learned that at his father’s knee. That’s how a lot of boys learn things. They follow their father. The guys throws a net, and it’s a good idea. From the back and from the front, everywhere the same picture. They got the fish hook out and lived happily ever after. They will do very well because a fish hook can be easily healed. She won’t limp forever. They won’t go fishing very much with a net now.


Alex, Gretchen, Barbara, Thelma, June, Stella, Alice