Grandpa and Grandma dreams

I had a dream last night that I was a child again hanging out with my grandpa or perhaps it was my great grandpa. What I remember most from the dream is the wonderful feeling quality between a kid and an elder, from the perspective of the kid. It made me curious what other statements…

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Ida Mae and a maternal linage of artists

I study Ida Mae, my maternal great-grandmother, as she paints flowers in her sunroom. The watercolors fascinate as they swirl and run across the paper in an unpredictable way. I said, “What do you think of my art?”. She said, “It’s not classically beautiful but it’s interesting and that is art.” She tells me her eyesight is…

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