I’m A Dreamer…

…or Why I Became An Artist!

US Marshal (final art)Adele, age 10…U.S. Marshal!

I’m a dreamer. My parents taught me to dream. Their encouragement of my dreams and my “play-likes” will always be one of my fondest memories. My earliest dreams that I can remember were to be a:

1.  Lovely Indian Maiden: I loved my outfit: dress with fringe and a feather from our           chicken yard stuck in my head band. My teepee was ladder with a blanket thrown over it. I made pottery out of mud by our pond.  Slept outside……alone.

                        Problem: I would wake up on damp blankets and with frizzy hair and figured I                                              didn’t look like an Indian.  It ruined the image, which was no fun!

                        But my parents let me dream on!!

          2. U.S. Marshal: I loved my outfit: guns, badge, cowboy hat. I created play scenarios for my playmates, eventually arrested them all, put them in a play-like jail.                

Problem:  Soon there was no one left to play with me. My playmates got tired of  being arrested.                    

But my parents let me dream on!!

3.  Housewife and mother: They built me a playhouse and furnished it. I invited my girlfriends for sleepovers in the playhouse. I cooked over a wood-burning fire…minnows and French fries which turned out very soggy due to slow fire.

Problem:Too much work.

But my parents let me dream on!!

4.  Famous Broadway star: I heard “South Pacific” and was convinced I was a natural for the part of Nellie Forbush. My parents let me take dance class and took me to see touring Broadway musicals.

Problem: I would have to move to New York!

But my parents let me dream on!!

5.  Artist: Daddy was a professional illustrator and a fine art painter.  He gave me private     lessons and helped me get my first job in an art studio (at age 17). I thought this might stick and I guess it did.

                                    But I still dream.

Ephesians 3:20

“Now glory be to God who by his mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we ever dare to ask or dream.”

In Dreams, Langston Hughes wrote:

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for when dreams go, life is a barren field, frozen with snow.”

Dream On, Friends,

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6 thoughts on “I’m A Dreamer…

  1. I just live you “selfies”! Mary Jane and I were jusy discussing your art work at Church Sunday and how much we liked your sketches!

    • Glad you like it, Karen. It all really happened. A few years ago I spoke at a women’s banquet; their theme was “Precious Memories”. These 5 points were the outline of my speech. Fun!

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