Month: July 2015

Pursuit of Happiness – Americana

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Is our American Constitution now just a bit of ‘folklore’? I think not! The Constitution is alive and well and living for all of us.  The “Life Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness” thing is for real. Take the woman in our painting today – what is she doing? Is she driving a T-Bird convertible; or a bumper car? Perhaps it is a speed boat; or an arcade game. It doesn’t matter, really, the point is she has the freedom, here in America, to pursue happiness and can make the choice of what to drive. Not every country can boast the same, especially when it comes to the female gender. Thank you for joining us in July’s review of Americana. Next month we share vacation ideas….some good stuff coming up so be sure to check back in August, the Vacation Month. All the best to you and God Bless America !

The Old Chisholm Trail – Americana

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When my husband and I purchased our home of 27 years in the bay area of Northern California we noticed a hole at the very bottom of the fence in the back yard. We then noticed another small hole in the front lawn fencing. Subsequently, we learned that the neighborhood wild animals, such as skunks, raccoons, possums and the like, were using the holes to get from a distant field to an even more fertile area near a park in our neighborhood. Late at night we would watch the animals make the trek and use our yard as the major though fare. They actually wore a path in the soil and lawn. We appropriately named the path “The Chisholm Trail”. We never shut it down, it was there before we were. Years later, here we are in Texas, right on the real Chisholm Trail route. Who knew? Please enjoy my interpretation of “The Old Chisholm Trail” – Americana, the good old days.

The Old Front Porch Swing

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How many of us have sat on the front porch, perhaps on a swing, a chair or bench? It just seems that at some point in our lives we should do some front porch sitt’n; because that is where memories are made and neighbors are met. Back home in Montana our front porch was screened in and had a piano where my mother would play fun things like Tiger Rag. She’d sing “hold that tiger” and then run her fingers down the entire length of the key board. We kids just went nuts over this song and demanded she play it faster and faster. We also counted the cars that drove by our place on the Hiway between nowhere and somewhere else. The game was to guess if the next car would be a Chevy or a Ford. Now that’s iconic America.