Today I went through one of my mother's boxes of letters and photos. I found the following letter from my grandmother written when I was a month shy of eighteen. She encourages me to take up art. Apparently she even mailed paints for me to work with. In my mother's box I also found a letter written to my mother from my sister, Patty. She tells my mother that I am discouraged with college and have decided to become an artist. I have no idea why my mother chose to save these letters. I never remember wanting to become an artist. Nor did I ever even entertain the idea that I was capable of becoming an artist. Luke says that maybe they saw something in me that I did not. Maybe it is a message from my mother and grandmother. Maybe. So, if I become a famous artist in the future you will know that I was lead by the spirits of my mother and grandmother. And if I don't...oh well, they tried.
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Briscoe, Texas
Oct. 18, 1978
Dearest Christi Ann: (Pa Po 'oves)
I will dash you off a few lines to say "Howdy". We are busy as can be so I don't have much time now, but when it gets too cold to work outside then I can have more time to write.
I am wondering if you got your paint set I sent you? And did you get the $20 I sent you back from the money you left here for phone calls? You are a good kid & (repeat) Pa po 'oves.
I hope you can see your way clear to take some art classes. I think that would be a lot of fun. I took art 3 months one time & my art teacher got married & left town. I always had it in the back of my mind to paint with oils. But in the mad rush I never got slowed down to do all that. So time went on & I got involved in a lot of other projects. Then when I was 65 years old some women at Allison went to Wheeler where a man was teaching an art class. They wanted me to go. I said, "no, I don't want to spend my time that way. I have so many other irons in the fire." So if you don't do things at a certain time in your life you don't get them done. I talked Bill into going back to school & getting his degree. He just lacked a very litttle bit. So he took a spanish course and said "never again". So he will not do that.
This has started out to be a miserable letter hasn't it? But really things are looking up. As long as a person is able to get out of bed & put on their clothes & sally forth everything is O.K.
We are doing fine here. Having beautiful weather. We have been making shelves in the patio. I have it full to over flowing. I wish you could see it. I have a lot of exotic plants and they have grown out of bounds. I have orchids & orchid catus & everything else you can imagine. It is a source of great pleasure for me. I have some double petunias that I must dig up & bring in & also some more geraniums. I planted some lily, stock & pansy seed & they are up ready to pot. I am going to make that bed in front of the house higher & set out it to pansies. I am going to fix up the front yard next spring. I already have more than I can get done. Last fall we put a new roof on the old green house.
Do you remember those baby cats that the mama cat hid? They are half grown & 2 are fuzzy. We cleaned out the old house & she brought them out into the well house. They are so cute but they won't let us pet them & Sam & Sarah don't have time to gentle them down. They come over & watch TV on Sat. some. The are involved with school. Sarah has the brownies (girl scout) & Sam has basketball. Sandy takes them to Wheeler Thursdays for dancing & gymnastics. They enjoy that.
James & Bea are in Dallas. James is operating a crane on the 11th floor of a building they are putting up. He lifts thing up from the ground. They have an apartment & the girls like school. They were here 2 wks ago. I kinda look for them this wkend. June & Kevin are in Okla. City. They came up 2 wks ago when James' were here. We had a real good time. The boys hunted dove & enjoyed that.
Your Uncle Jim is still blowing & going. He is putting the doors & windows in his house. I cook them dinner on days he takes off work to do his house which isn't very often. He has been working 3 hours in the evenings on it. It really is shaping up good. He has the roof on.
Uncle Ray is really blowing & going. I talked to him and he said he was going to do a little different. He gets so involved in chasing the elusive dollar that he forgets everything else. I said "yes, you can't see the forest for the trees." You don't live but one time. You don't go around a second time. And you must always think positive thoughts. Negative thoughts are a drag & really too expensive because they cut down your go & slow you down. Granny, do you remember her? used to say worry is bound to help because what you worry about most seldom happen.
A few times in my life I have grabbed a sheet of paper & written down my thoughts. It would consist of what I had accomplished & my flowers & end up about the weather. Then I would stash them in a note book or drawer. Years later I would run on to them & enjoy reading them very much. But I regret that I didn't do that more often. I wrote some family history when Mama was alive. I found that the other day. My grandmother used to keep a diary. But I never wanted to write every day. It would go too much like this. Well, everything fell apart again today. If one is going (to) write say something good & cheery. "Laugh & the world laughs with you, sigh & you sigh alone, for the dreary old earth must borrow its mirth, it has enough grief of its own."
Bill's & Danny's went to Scotland & England. Bill's were here this weekend & had a picture show. It was in color & just like being there. People say to me I looked up my family history & I have a castle in Scotland. Bill found 3 of them & brought me a rock from the Crawford castle. It was in ruins & the oldest one. He traced it back to 500 A.D. I must shut this down. Write & stay well.
Love ya,
Pa Po & Claude

1 comment:
what a treasure to have these letters! You are most certainly blessed, like having a piece of them with you forever.
As far as the artist part - you cannot be serious that you never thought of yourself that way. Even when we were kids your entire being spoke volumes in this direction. Even now your photography and writing is nothing shy of true art. You have always been gifted and I have always admired it. You need to see this in yourself - it is blinding from the outside :)
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