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Interested, please e-mail me at czs_izs03@yahoo.com .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-4650093186532409070</id><published>2009-12-07T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:09:41.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pencil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. Pietsch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Life&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Weekly Reader&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Harbor Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Pearl Harbor Day 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sx2dxDe8tXI/AAAAAAAACOI/RcWvu2a8E3k/s1600-h/Pearl+Harbor+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412655793243469170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sx2dxDe8tXI/AAAAAAAACOI/RcWvu2a8E3k/s320/Pearl+Harbor+Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pearl Harbor Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pencil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.5" x  11"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     I haven't posted for a while as I prepared to have surgery, and have been recovering.  Then my computer was acting up, after weeks of not being used.  But I had to add something about Pearl Harbor Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    For a change this year, there have been quite a few programs on Pearl Harbor Day on TCM and the History Channel on tv.  I was glad to see that.    Some things on tv seemed to be lessons from the past that we need to remember today.  So many of the same things seem to be happening.  Scarey times indeed.  Sometimes it looks like people haven't learned anything from the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    The sketch above is a pencil drawing of one of my memories.  I did this one on Pearl Harbor Day a couple of years ago.  I seem to remember that on a December morning, people in Calvert, as in other places, were off to Sunday School and Church, as usual.  But services were cut short and people were sent home to be with their families.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     I was a child and wasn't aware of a lot that was going on.  But I do remember that we went home from church early on Sunday, as did other families.  It was very quiet and grown ups looked worried and grim.  I was dressed in my play clothes and sent out to my sandbox under the big oak tree in the front yard, to play.  Inside my great-grandfather's two story Victorian house where we lived, people listened to the radio and worried about what was to come.  Young men were resolved to join the fight and left to "join up".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   The two story house is in my picture, as is the sandbox and the big oak tree.  The yard was much larger in real life.  You can see young men-friends-walking toward the railroad track and downtown, ready to protect their country.  People inside the house are listening closely to the radio and getting ready for a long Sunday afternoon.  They went through the motions of traditional Sunday dinner, but that, too, was cut short.  There were plenty of left-overs for the rest of the week.  People didn't have much of an appetite that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   I remember, later, in school, seeing pictures in our "Weekly Reader" about Pearl Harbor.  Most of it was really terrible, but, I still feel sick for those people who were trapped and were heard tapping on the damaged ships hulls, while others struggled to rescue them.  Students in Mrs. Pietsch's Social Studies class asked serious questions about the event, while others just looked at the little newspaper in stunned silence. And, of course, there were the newsreels at the Eloia, and magazines like "Life", later, with lots of pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   How can such horrible things happen to people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   We certainly owe a lot to those who experienced Pearl Harbor, and many other events in history.  Thank you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    Never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-4650093186532409070?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4650093186532409070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=4650093186532409070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/4650093186532409070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/4650093186532409070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/pearl-harbor-day-09.html' title='Pearl Harbor Day 09'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sx2dxDe8tXI/AAAAAAAACOI/RcWvu2a8E3k/s72-c/Pearl+Harbor+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-411221723230481076</id><published>2009-10-19T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:56:28.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin Cheers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zamycal Gourmet Kolaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian Tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian Gala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V....Vaughan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planets aligning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mud Creek Pottery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank&apos;s in Schulenburg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert High School Trojans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broom'/><title type='text'>Painting Weekend in Calvert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/St0GF7EgX3I/AAAAAAAACNw/Kkzxilh9GXQ/s1600-h/Wkshp+1+Robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474594823411074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/St0GEBZRlYI/AAAAAAAACNY/05h92alj1Vo/s320/42+coco+14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/St0GDlhI8KI/AAAAAAAACNQ/ONKUA6CAc1s/s1600-h/41coco+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474587340206242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/St0GDlhI8KI/AAAAAAAACNQ/ONKUA6CAc1s/s320/41coco+13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a "picture perfect" weekend in Calvert, just as Bob French, the weatherman on KBTX tv, predicted.  An Art Fest was scheduled along Main Street on Saturday.  V....Vaughan, Round Rock artist,  planned to do a half day plein aire painting workshop in the morning.  In the afternoon, she would be painting the Victorian Tea on the grounds of the Gibson-Hensarling home.  During the Victorian Gala that evening, in The Foundry building on Main street, Austin artist, Robin Cheers, would paint that event.  Both paintings were to be auctioned off during the Gala, to benefit the Historical Society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The artists , plus another artist, Nancy Holder, arrived to stay with us at Thelma's house in Calvert.  Barbara planned to be "the innkeeper", and had a meal of soup and baked bread rolls&lt;br /&gt;ready for our supper.  V.... brought a homemade cherry pie to share with us, complete with a flag design in the top crust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter and grandson arrived while we were eating.  Ashton showed them the thing we had seen on tv about brooms balancing because of the alignment of the planets.  Sure enough, it worked and they were all fascinated.  We left that broom standing all weekend, and it was still balanced when we left on Sunday.  My photo was blurry, as were many of my pictures.  But, you can see Robin and the broom, above.  Nancy was sure we had attached strings or some other trick.  But, it really worked!  We tried it with an egg and that stood on end, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On her way back home, Barbara said she stopped to eat at Franks in Schulenburg.  She told them about the phenomena, and they tried it.  She said they had brooms standing all over the restaurant!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; After supper Friday evening, we were treated to hot chocolate at the Cocoamodo.   (Thanks Virginia and Robin!)  The owner turned out to be a lively, entertaining man, with a great accent, who joined us for a cup of hot chocolate.  He told us a lot about chocolate and his adventures.  And we got to sample some of the delicious chocolates that he sells in his shop, each lovingly made in the chocolate factory on Main Street.  I picked "milk and honey" and it was really good!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was intrigued by some old Calvert photos on the wall of the restaurant. I was amazed to learn that those photos had belonged to Miriam Oscar, who died a few years ago.  She left photos to the city and these were some of those pictures.  I didn't recognize anyone, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We planned to be out watching V.... paint the sunrise on Sunnyside Road, very early Saturday morning.  Barbara had a variety of kolaches for us, from Zamykal Gourmet Kolaches on Main Street to enjoy in the early morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out to be a really crisp, clear morning on Sunnyside Road.  V.... painted a small painting of the scene that was part of my great-grandfather's land, years ago.  We delighted in the sounds and feel of the countryside, punctuated with sounds and antics of  some birds and cattle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By 8 a.m., we went back to town and settled in to Mud Creek Pottery where potter, Sonny Moss, had doughnuts and coffee waiting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We set up equipment and Robin agreed to pose for us.  I elected to use my little travel set of watercolors, since we were going to work small. Less to have to get out and put away, I thought.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others used oils and Robin did some sketching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the resident cats, Sherbet, had a good time, chasing the reflections of Robin's ring and a laser light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our painting, we looked for darks, first, rather than line and details.  I got in my lights and darks, which led to some form.  And, later that night, I added ink lines to more define my figure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed huge baked potatoes for lunch at the sandwich shop on Main Street.  They also have an ice cream shop, which looked really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before our food arrived, we sketched and had some lively discussion about art. It turned out that V....was painting me!  She said she was studying light and shadow and skin tones, a warm up for the painting she was going to do in the afternoon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While V.... painted at the Tea, Barbara, Nancy, and I set up our equipment on Main street, on the sidewalk in front of where the drugstore used to be, and painted.  Nancy chose to paint the little garden area behind us, while Barbara painted the street and what used to be Ford's Grocery.  I decided to use my watercolors again in a small sketchbook, to paint the corner of Cocoamodo and an old movie theatre.  (Not the Eloia, but the one where there used to be only a box office and a lot of gingerbread trim.  Only the front was left of the building, as far back as I can remember.)  My picture became very colorful, and I finished it with ink that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supper was at the Wooden Spoon where I thought I must be going off my diet.  I pampered my self with some chicken fried steak, but, I guess my diet is working and I just ate a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barbara and I watched tv and sketched at home while we waited on V.... and Robin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have liked to have seen both the artists paint, but Barbara didn't want to dress up, and I couldn't find decent shoes that fit me and would go with a dress.  Later, we felt that we should have gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, thankfully, both V.... and Robin have posted pictures of their paintings on their blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was another beautiful day.  We had kolaches at Zamykal Gourmet Kolaches, then went for a ride west of town, looking for possible painting locations.  I took some photos and Barbara would ask why I was taking certain photos.  I told her that something used to be there.  I thought that, I could do one of my memory works, and use the photo for inspiration or to show me what the land and trees were like, although buildings might be changed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That wound up our painting weekend, as everyone went on their separate ways home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both V... and Robin did some spectacular paintings for the auction.  You can see their work on their blogs.  Just google V....Vaughan and Robin Cheers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that they enjoyed the weekend as much as we enjoyed having them in Calvert. They are very nice, fun, and talented ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who missed the workshop, I don't know when they might come back, for sure.  But we are thinking about doing this again.  Hopefully, more people will be able to come next time.  So, if you are interested, be sure and let the artists know, and let me know, too.  Leave a spot on your calendar!  I'll let everyone know as soon as something is set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for coming, Robin and V...., and Nancy too!  And thanks for being "the innkeeper", Barbara!  And thanks  to Robin and V.... for that great, sweet treat!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday was also homecoming at CHS.  (Calvert High School).  We drove by the football game and saw that the Trojans were beating West Columbia Charter school by over 50 points.  Barbara said that she got to see the Homecoming Parade in downtown Calvert, early in the afternoon, before she picked me up.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations to the Trojans for their homecoming victory!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Get well wishes go out to Barbara, as she has surgery and recovers.  Hope you get over this quickly, with no pain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-411221723230481076?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/411221723230481076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=411221723230481076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/411221723230481076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/411221723230481076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/10/painting-weekend-in-calvert.html' title='Painting Weekend in Calvert'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/St0GF7EgX3I/AAAAAAAACNw/Kkzxilh9GXQ/s72-c/Wkshp+1+Robin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-235320923150920386</id><published>2009-09-05T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:56:29.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th World Wide Paint Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Frame Gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Plein Air Painters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robertson county Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mud Creek Pottery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LaSalle Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazos county'/><title type='text'>7th World Wide Paint Out  Sept. 11, 12, 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SqKBKCVJ38I/AAAAAAAACMI/uKGLjohCaKc/s1600-h/22+Barbara+paints.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378002914458066882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SqKBKCVJ38I/AAAAAAAACMI/uKGLjohCaKc/s320/22+Barbara+paints.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SqKBJzwNYnI/AAAAAAAACMA/cKA0UwWB7Vw/s1600-h/3+Going+To+Sketch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378002910545011314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SqKBJzwNYnI/AAAAAAAACMA/cKA0UwWB7Vw/s320/3+Going+To+Sketch.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plein Aire Painting In Calvert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top:  Barbara Painting on Main Street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom: Barbara Going To Paint In The Bandstand, Virginia Field Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you like to paint outdoors, join in the 7th World Wide Paint Out, Sept. 11, 12, &amp;amp; 13.  Register and get more information on the website, &lt;a href="http://i-p-a-p.com/"&gt;http://i-p-a-p.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To see if anyone has registered in your area, go to &lt;a href="http://ipap.homestead.com/paintout.html"&gt;http://ipap.homestead.com/paintout.html&lt;/a&gt; .  I have registered, and, if anyone would like to join me, that would be great!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You don't have to be a member to do the Paint Out, but you can join if you would like to be a member.    The event is free.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you want to paint with me, contact me and I'll let you know where I plan on painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or, you can do this on your own, in your own area.  You can also paint one day or all three days.  And they have some cute t-shirts, caps, etc. on their website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is an html on their website to add to my blog, etc., but I couldn't get it to show up.  I really don't understand those things.  I clicked copy and paste, but nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can just go to their website listed above for information and products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are also on Facebook, for those of you who use that site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the event, people can put pictures of their work on the Facebook site.  There is a link to do that on their webpage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry for not getting this information out sooner, but I haven't worked on my blog or much of anything else for a little while.  Haven't been able to see very well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had cataract surgery on my good eye, finally, and I'm still recovering.  I was like the old joke, "Blind in one eye and can't see out of the other"!  More about that in another post.  But I did get through it okay, so far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been great finding people who I had not seen for years, on Facebook.  And it's great to be able to share so many things.  If you want to know something, ask, and someone is bound to know what you need to find out.  Or have similar experiences.  There are a lot of artists and writers on there, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday, Sept. 19 is the date for the 24th World Wide Sketch Crawl.  I have registered on their Forum for Bryan/College Station and the Brazos Valley Area.  Let me know if you want to go sketching with me, or if you would like to go on your own.  Or if you have questions.  Click on the Sketch Crawl logo in my sidebar to go to the website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Or you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.sketchcrawl.com/"&gt;http://www.sketchcrawl.com&lt;/a&gt; for more information.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These things like Paint Outs and Sketch Crawls, make a really nice day. &lt;br /&gt;I welcome some suggestions for how we can get these things going here, or where we might go to paint and draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember, this is Free, open to all ages, all media, groups, individuals, and all skill levels.  You can paint, draw, sketch, write in your journal, or just doodle.  You can work all day or part of the day, at home, or on location, with a group or solo.  There are no rules.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have listed to meet at the LaSalle Hotel in Bryan, and register at the Frame Gallery, 216 N. Bryan Ave. on Saturday morning.  While it is nice to get out early in the morning, I'm finding that I need to sleep a little later.  (I think it must be my meds, or my condition!)  But, I'll try to do what others would like to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We can decide where to work, if we have a group.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Calvert, meet at Mud Creek Pottery, 407 Main Street.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If people prefer to meet at one place, I am open to that too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Contact me, or Greta Watkins at the Frame Gallery, or Sonny Moss at Mud Creek Pottery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's have some fun and record the Brazos Valley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-235320923150920386?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/235320923150920386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=235320923150920386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/235320923150920386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/235320923150920386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/7th-world-wide-paint-out-sept-11-12-13.html' title='7th World Wide Paint Out  Sept. 11, 12, 13, 2009'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SqKBKCVJ38I/AAAAAAAACMI/uKGLjohCaKc/s72-c/22+Barbara+paints.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-8172524869248312001</id><published>2009-08-08T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:58:54.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cataracts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Wide Sketch Crawl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macular Degeneration'/><title type='text'>Vision-Latest Eye Chart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sn3K1pz2q5I/AAAAAAAACLY/SFYpqZjBBWk/s1600-h/Chart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367669354000722834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sn3K1pz2q5I/AAAAAAAACLY/SFYpqZjBBWk/s320/Chart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Latest Eye Chart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5" x 7"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I showed my art work on vision to the doctor and others in his office, while I went for an appointment to check my cataracts last week. This was very interesting and informative, to me, because this doctor explained some of the things that I had experienced. I wish I had had a tape recorder or asked him to write down what he told me, so that I could share it with my readers. The big words that had to do with things that happen between the brain and eyes, just flew over my head. I was a bit nervous, and astonished at what he was saying. And he did go over it kind of fast. I remember that he did say the word "classic", and he would recognize the different things, without my explanation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They saw my pictures first, and seemed to think there wasn't much point in showing me the whole chart, down to the tiny letters at the bottom. They first showed the big 'E', which was blurry. I told them that it was an E, but I only knew that because the last time they showed it, I first said it was a landscape! Don't know why I was looking for a picture and not a letter. But, then, that is me and my right brain at work. I'm always looking for pictures, even within other pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They moved the setting to the next line and I just told them it was all blurry and I really couldn't make it out. The woman who was giving me the test, left the room , and, while I sat there, I pulled out my pen and sketched what I saw. I was going to sketch some of the equipment in the room, but there wasn't time. They were amazed that I drew the chart, as I saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In fact, the doctor said that he is amazed that I can draw as well as I can, the way that my eyes are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is ready to do my eyes toward the end of this month. But, I am thinking that maybe I should wait until I can get Medicare, which will be in another year. (Depending on what happens with all that is being proposed in this country regarding health care, and everything else! We may not be able to get anything by then, especially at my age.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plans are to do the good eye, then see about doing the other. I'm just chicken about this, just like I am with anything that involves needles, cutting and such things as stitiches. And I don't want to know anything, but they say you have to be awake. The worst part, for me, is usually getting an IV in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone told me that they give you "the good stuff" and you wouldn't care if they cut your head off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's not what the doctor said. He explained that they come in, numb everything, then put you out for about 45 seconds, and then you are awake, but, by then, you can't see anything that is going on. I guess that means that you can hear and know everything. Kind of makes me sick to think about lenses and taking things out, putting other things in, cutting, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He asked if I want better distance or up close. I said both, of course! I need to see distance, but I also need to be able to read, draw, and such. He advised getting better distance, for reading signs and he said that they have better results with ordinary reading glasses for up close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He said it will only take about 10 minutes, and I would be seeing better by the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I looked up cost online and it seems that this costs around $6,000 or more for each eye. I don't know about this particular place, though. I believe that they expect insurance to take care of most things. Mine won't pay for very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I already am going to have huge medical bills, that haven't come in yet. And have more things that need to be done. So, I am wondering about waiting on this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goodness knows, we all need better more affordable health care, but what is being proposed, is just wrong. Won't help a bit. I've been in that group that needed help so many times, so I have experience in this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It hasn't been that long ago, when people complained that an office visit went up from $5 to $10. Now, it's hundreds of dollars for a simple office visit. It was once possible to pay for visits to the doctor, and it was possible to pay for a hospital visit. Now, you have to have insurance, or prepare to pay out enough to buy a home, with a few days in the hospital. I heard a local doctor being interviewed on tv last week. He said it cost $3 for an office visit and $25 for a hospital stay when he first came here. People could pay for a new baby with $125, then. I remember that an office visit was only $2, and, even then, some people could pay their medical bills with a chicken or produce from their garden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm scheduled, but I'm having second thoughts about it all. It's too late for me to be able to drive again, and I'm not sure that I could even get a license, if I had to take another test, with only one eye working properly. But, would it make a big difference if I were to wait a year? Who knows what will happen in a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One funny thought is that, if I should get my eyes fixed, I might not see the weird things that I have been seeing. That might be a good thing! Of course, the eye with Macular Degenertation will probably never get better. I wonder if it will get worse, or has all the damage been done that is possible? The doctor said "There is the scarring" when he looked with those bright lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought that the first doctor said that there was a little AMD in the good eye. I certainly hope not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The next &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;World Wide Sketch Crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; date has been announced for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday September&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sketchcrawl.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.sketchcrawl.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; for more information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hope that we can have a group this time! Anyone else interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-8172524869248312001?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8172524869248312001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=8172524869248312001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/8172524869248312001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/8172524869248312001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/vision-latest-eye-chart.html' title='Vision-Latest Eye Chart'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sn3K1pz2q5I/AAAAAAAACLY/SFYpqZjBBWk/s72-c/Chart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-7641072524224719736</id><published>2009-07-29T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:43:45.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pencil drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree trimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people working'/><title type='text'>Shattering Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SnC7YizgRkI/AAAAAAAACLQ/gYDsGJR9YaA/s1600-h/chop+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363993186532345410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SnC7YizgRkI/AAAAAAAACLQ/gYDsGJR9YaA/s320/chop+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chopping Trees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.5" x  11"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pencil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SnC7YZYSCrI/AAAAAAAACLI/2NS7ASiGQyU/s1600-h/Clean+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363993184002247346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SnC7YZYSCrI/AAAAAAAACLI/2NS7ASiGQyU/s320/Clean+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clean Up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.5" x 11" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pencil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was a terrible noise outside this morning.  I thought it was the county tractors, mowing the roadside, but it sounded like it was also hitting something like a big pile of dirt or my mailbox.  I went outside to see a tractor with blue fenders and an enclosed driver's space, with something like a big robot arm on it, smashing into the trees.  It would move along, then back up, and come back again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A white truck was following the tractor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon, my daughter came home and told me that there were police cars everywhere, down the street, a sherrif's van, and even a bulldozer, while tree limbs were being cut away from the street.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went out on the deck to watch, thinking this would be interesting to my grandson, and possibly I would have some sketches to do.  But, huge wood chips, large twigs, and lots of leaves, were flying into the driveway and all over the front yard.  I decided to watch from the door.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon, the van stopped in front of our house, and several men in uniforms started to pick up a few limbs in the street.  One man picked up a large branch, with leaves, and was using it like a broom.  They left suddenly, leaving lots of big branches in the ditch and the yard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The van had a trailer behind it, full of branches.  I decided that they must have left for lunch and to empty the trailer.  Two hours later, they had not returned.  Maybe it was too hot to be working outside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went out to the street to check the trees.  I was horrified to see how the trees had been butchered.  Limbs are exposed, shattered, and twisted, as if broken off in a tornado.  The big limbs were gone, but large wood chips, smaller twigs, and lots of leaves are still all over the ditch and the front yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Isn't this the wrong time of the year to prune trees?  And isn't this shredding bad for big oak trees, and smaller trees, too?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought that you trimmed trees and bushes in the fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just hope that the trees don't die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If their goal was to cut the trees back, why didn't they trim the tree that is hanging over the street,  at the corner!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My grandson said that the lady next door was outside, watching the men as they worked.  Maybe I should have gone out there and glared at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instead, I just got my sketchbook and drew the activity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another neighbor is also concerned that they may have butchered the trees that they planted on their fenceline.  She is at work, so couldn't go look.  I would walk down to look for her, but I can't walk that far.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We did go look at the trees next door, and they too have some butchered limbs, but not as bad as our oak, live oak, china berry, and other trees along the road.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope they come back and finish trimming the trees correctly.  And pick up the mess they made.  Those twigs and wood chips would be terrible on a lawnmower and the person running it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took photos in case something happens to the trees.  It's really sickening to look at what they did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, at least when the school buses run next month, they can drive under the trees.  Maybe that's why they did it.  My daughter said they might be planning to widen our street.  I don't know why they would do that.  After all, it's a country road!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-7641072524224719736?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7641072524224719736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=7641072524224719736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/7641072524224719736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/7641072524224719736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/shattering-trees.html' title='Shattering Trees'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SnC7YizgRkI/AAAAAAAACLQ/gYDsGJR9YaA/s72-c/chop+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-1538162144052061310</id><published>2009-07-26T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:30:18.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin Cheers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat Reese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazos Bottom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketchercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pencil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V....Vaughan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen Winters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian Gala and Tea'/><title type='text'>Drawing and Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmzmswITkBI/AAAAAAAACLA/kB7GfT-XtQ4/s1600-h/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362914912799789074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmzmswITkBI/AAAAAAAACLA/kB7GfT-XtQ4/s320/box.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mailbox &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5" x 7"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pencil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Smzmss31g-I/AAAAAAAACK4/P7ZreUAOOUk/s1600-h/box+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362914911925404642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Smzmss31g-I/AAAAAAAACK4/P7ZreUAOOUk/s320/box+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mailbox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5" x 7"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmzmsfbpSsI/AAAAAAAACKw/gvCn4v5_Ieg/s1600-h/pen+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362914908317502146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmzmsfbpSsI/AAAAAAAACKw/gvCn4v5_Ieg/s320/pen+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Catch Pen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5" x 7" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmzmsUeeNuI/AAAAAAAACKo/3JuXpfhyKoo/s1600-h/pick+up+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362914905376569058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmzmsUeeNuI/AAAAAAAACKo/3JuXpfhyKoo/s320/pick+up+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Pick Up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5" x 7"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so bored with walking down the street to the corner, by myself, that I couldn't make myself go yesterday morning. By afternoon, it's too hot to go out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought that, maybe, if I could draw and walk, it might be bearable. I commented on that on Facebook and was told about a couple of interesting websites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One is called Sketchercise &lt;a href="http://sketchercise.ning.com/"&gt;http://sketchercise.ning.com/&lt;/a&gt; . The idea is for people who like to draw, etc. and do plein aire work, while getting exercise, to have a place where they can post their work and tell about where they are walking. There is also a group for those who are already doing this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some people show the very interesting places they go, and others show what they see on their every day excursions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another website is the blog, &lt;a href="http://patreesedesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://patreesedesign.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; . This was also very interesting. Pat has a rescue greyhound that goes walking and sketching with her. The dog even has a little backpack that carries some of Pat's supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will add the link in my sidebar so that you can check out her blog from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Artist Karen Winters, from Everyday Matters, also talked about how she lowered her blood pressure with walking. She said that she sometimes takes along a magazine to read while walking on a track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were discussing ways to make walking more interesting. I was about ready to give it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That gave me the idea of drawing while I walk. Well, that didn't work out too well. I need a lot more hands! One for my cane, one for my phone, one for my pencil, and one for my sketchbook. Of course, it doesn't work too well, while walking and bouncing along an asphalt covered lane. I thought it probably is defeating the purpose of walking, if you just stop, or slow down and draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My experiement showed me that trying to draw while walking is worse than trying to draw in a bouncing car! But, I could get enough lines down, to remember what I saw when I got back to my porch and add more to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I started my walk, I stopped and sketched a mailbox, while waiting for a car to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I did the catch pen, when I got to the end of where I am walking. Well, I only drew the edge of the roof, and a few posts, before I picked up the pace of walking and headed home. I did more when I got back to my deck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sat out on the deck, to cool down and rest and did the sketch of Chris, picking up trash in the yard. It seems like the dogs, racoons, and possums really love to get into our garbage cans at night! So, nearly every morning, someone has to pick up trash in the yard. I was interested in the red shirt, partly in sun and a bit of it in shade, and the patterns made by the shadows of the trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I scanned the pencil sketches and they were still very dim, so I added ink and scanned them again. I guess I will add color next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing that I have been doing is to walk from shade of a tree to the next one along the street. That kind of breaks it up into small segments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have increased my walking and that should be good and encouraging, but I just feel like I would rather be doing something else that is comfortable and not so boring. I know, we're supposed to do things like look at nature, and that's okay, once I'm there. I'd rather have someone to talk to or something to do, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was taking me 15 minutes to walk to the corner and back. Now, I'm walking halfway into the next block and back in 10 minutes, and add another 5 by walking to the next mailbox to the north. I'm supposed to get in 30 minutes a day, and it's okay to break that into 15 minute segments. I'm doing good if I get in the 15 minutes in the morning. It's just too hot to go out in the evenings, even at sundown. I guess I am doing better, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought that, maybe I should go to Aeorofit, or go to a store and walk around in the evenings. But, it's too uncertain as to whether or not I can get there. Swimming would be nice, but not in front of all those people. And, I'm not sure if I could get up and down a ladder or steps with my bad knees. Of course, with my swimming, I just like to get in the water and play around, and watch the other people! I haven't been swimming in probably close to 40 years. I guess I could still swim, if needed. I wonder if pools have times reserved for old people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think of V....Vaughan and her drive by paintings. I don't know how she paints while riding in a car. It must ride better than our vehicle! I tried to go out and paint the Brazos Bottom one time, while my daughter drove. I couldn't hit the paper with all the bouncing! So, I decided to take photos instead. That worked better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Knowing that others are walking and sketching, doing interesting things, might help to keep my "exercise program" moving along somewhat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Make plans to go to the Victorian Gala and Tea in Calvert in October. I have some pictures and information to share, thanks to Jody Powers of Zamykal Gourmet Kolaches in Calvert. Austin artist, Robin Cheers, is going to be there to paint, as is V....Vaughan. They will auction off work at the festivities. I can't wait to see what they do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-1538162144052061310?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1538162144052061310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=1538162144052061310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/1538162144052061310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/1538162144052061310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/drawing-and-walking.html' title='Drawing and Walking'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmzmswITkBI/AAAAAAAACLA/kB7GfT-XtQ4/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-6314957381143431787</id><published>2009-07-24T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:34:51.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victory Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small town life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunbathing'/><title type='text'>Sunbathing In The Victory Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Smo4-3W0YbI/AAAAAAAACKY/nQqLE1IR0bw/s1600-h/victory+garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362160959000699314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Smo4-3W0YbI/AAAAAAAACKY/nQqLE1IR0bw/s320/victory+garden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunbathing in the Victory Garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.5" x 11"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I started this one in my sketchbook while I was on the deck, taking my morning sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't know that one could be "low" in Vitamin D, especially at my age. Well, I never really thought about it. I assumed that, after all those sunburns and water blisters, when I was growing up and trying to get a good tan, I had enough Vitamin D to last me forever. Besides, it is in things like milk, these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My doctor told me that I was extremely low in vitamin D, so I got some more pills and was told to get at least 15 minutes of sun on my arms a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remembered all those sunbaths we used to take, and how, in recent years, we have avoided sun due to the possibility of sunburns and things like skin cancer. My latest idea was to go out on the deck, in the morning, before it gets so hot, and take a little sunbath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought that, instead of just getting sun on my arms, I would put on my shorts and sit on the deck, soaking up rays, on my pale legs, as well as my arms. I've been taking my lawn chair, a stool, a bottle of water, sunglasses, floppy hat and sunglasses, sketching materials and watercolors out on the deck. I would think it would be nice to sip coffee out there, but I'm not a coffee drinker, so I left that off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After I take my sunbath, I go for a little walk. That is supposed to be from 15 to 30 minutes. It was taking me 15 minutes to get to the corner. Now, it is taking about 10 minutes, so I have to look at walking further. I think about walking in the evenings, but it has been either too hot, or storming, almost every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I try to go out before the temperature hits 90 degrees and, then, wait until it cools down below 90 in the evenings. Of course, lately, it seems that, instead of cooling down after 4 p.m., it gets hotter after that time, and doesn't cool down until really late at night. Or we have had a couple of thunderstorms at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One morning, I was remembering when I would go out in our back yard in Calvert to sunbathe. I would put a quilt down near the Victory Garden and take a bottle of baby oil, that might have a little iodine in it, for a better tan. So, this is the sketch above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With people still trying to recover from the Depression, and all of us worried about the War, a lot of people in town planted a garden-a Victory Garden. Daddy had a man come plow up part of the back yard, and I got to plant and tend to the garden. I thought we should have one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had carrots and radishes on the north end of the garden, potatoes just south of those, and, further to the south, I planted watermelons, corn and tomatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The land slanted to the south, so water ran down to the lower south side and often left a big puddle there. Nothing I planted there came up, but I did have some tiny potatoes, carrots, and radishes, and some tiny watermelons. It wouldn't have fed us, if we needed it, for sure. I think we only tried the Victory Garden for a couple of years. It was a lot of work. And, of course, during years of drought, nothing much was growing. It would have been a waste to water it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, across the street, "Toot" always had a garden going beside her garage. She worked in her yard a lot, and it showed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besides the garden, in my picture, you can see the garage, with the horse pen, and a shed Daddy built to house the truck he built. Also there is a three tier cage where Mama had some chickens. Daddy bought her some baby chicks to raise, and they were so cute. However, when the chickens were big enough to eat, Mama took one out and tried to kill it. It wouldn't die. Mama ended up in tears after trying to wring its neck with her hands, then wire from the clothesline. Daddy told her to get a hatchet and cut its head off. She just looked at the chicken and cried. She could not kill that chicken. So, she opened the doors to the cages, and shooed the chickens away from our yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy had us all trying to catch chickens, all over the neighborhoood, when he got home. He was not happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, we didn't catch any chickens. If we saw one, we would shoo it the other way. We didn't want to kill those chickens either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For years, there were white chickens roaming around the neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another feature in our back yard were some posts that Daddy put up for a swing for us. He painted those white. We preferred to play on the swings at the school, just 1/2 block away. Those were some nice metal ones, that we grew up with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We couldn't put a quilt down on the ground to sunbathe today. Fire ants would put a quick stop to that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, I had blood drawn. I guess I will soon know if my sunbathing and pills have helped. I wonder if I will have to continue my routine, or if I can go back to being an indoor person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is kind of nice to go out and sketch. I don't care much for walking. It's kind of boring, and tiring. If it weren't for a pasture where I can see changing clouds, it would be really boring to just walk down the street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, well. I've been thinking that I am lucky to be able to walk anywhere at all. Boring or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-6314957381143431787?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6314957381143431787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=6314957381143431787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/6314957381143431787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/6314957381143431787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunbathing-in-victory-garden.html' title='Sunbathing In The Victory Garden'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Smo4-3W0YbI/AAAAAAAACKY/nQqLE1IR0bw/s72-c/victory+garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-7621918243464150514</id><published>2009-07-22T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:44:47.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Odle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank McCourt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wet AMD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cataracts'/><title type='text'>Vision-Latest Eye Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmeXWCJsB5I/AAAAAAAACKQ/m7PdNAx7OPE/s1600-h/Ey+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361420286198286226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmeXWCJsB5I/AAAAAAAACKQ/m7PdNAx7OPE/s320/Ey+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmeXV3b1tsI/AAAAAAAACKI/64rQWkfdWUc/s1600-h/Ey+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361420283321628354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmeXV3b1tsI/AAAAAAAACKI/64rQWkfdWUc/s320/Ey+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmeXVoeiDaI/AAAAAAAACKA/9Q_C5YMi7ao/s1600-h/Ey+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361420279306390946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmeXVoeiDaI/AAAAAAAACKA/9Q_C5YMi7ao/s320/Ey+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eye Exam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5" x 7" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;watercolors and ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had my eyes checked last week, after a few years of just getting by with cataracts and wet Macular Degeneration in one eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can read more about my experiences and see the pictures that illustrate my experiences by looking in my older posts. All the posts on my eye experiences are prefaced with the word VISION. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During this latest exam, in the top picture, I guess my right brain was working, and, for some reason, I was looking for a picture! I was trying to make out a landscape with a house, or barn and silo, and figure out what might be in the sky-birds? clouds? Suddenly, it occured to me that this was the biggest letter on the chart! -a big E! I was so surprised! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I struggled through a few lines of the smaller letters. They were mostly fuzzy and I had to take my best guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I couldn't see the chart at all with my left eye. I have a lot of scarring from the AMD on the macula in that eye, I was told. I assumed that, already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The dr. said that my vision in my right eye has changed because of cataracts, and I'm nearsighted in that eye. He believed that my vision would be greatly improved if I get rid of the cataracts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the second picture, the nurse or technician, who was taking care of me, put in drops, checked pressure, and did some preliminary tests. Like this one. She started with her fingers in front of her, then moved them out, asking if I could see her fingers. I could see the tips of her fingers, when she extended them out, but I couldn't see her, except for her legs on the stool and a bit of the top of her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the third picture, I had my face resting on the machine with the dr. shining bright lights into my eyes. He told me to look at his nose. He told me to look at his ear. To look to the left, etc. I had to laugh because I couldn't see his face! Just the top of his head and a bit of his shoulder. I had to guess where his nose and ear might be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These were done in ink and watercolor on 5" x 7" sketchbook paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took my series of pictures to show what I had been going through. They seemed to enjoy the work. However, I still wonder why I couldn't see anything but a black background with green squiggles in the DPS office, when I went to renew my license. I could see the letters in the doctors' offices, but not in that little box. Very strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought, it is odd that I can now read without my glasses, except for very tiny print&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was sad to hear of several deaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The first was &lt;strong&gt;Thelma Cunningham&lt;/strong&gt;, age 105. I enjoyed talking to her at St. Joseph's Manor. She was proud of her artist grandson and urged me to go see his work. Since I had an interest in being a nurse, it helped that she had been a surgical nurse and her first husband had been a doctor. I'll bet she could have taught the current nurses and doctors a thing or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Another death was reported on the Roots list. Oklahoma story teller and veteran, &lt;strong&gt;Paul Odle&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;has died. I enjoyed sharing stories of growing up in the 1930s and 40s with Paul. People on the list looked forward to his stories about his hometown of Yukon, Oklahoma. His stories appeared in his hometown newspaper, and, he said that he had published some of his work in books. I know that a lot of people will miss him and his stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't heard a word about this one on the news, but someone shared this on the Texas Scottish Festival List. Author &lt;strong&gt;Frank McCourt&lt;/strong&gt; died. His story about his mother was told in his first big best seller, "Angela's Ashes". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really enjoyed hearing McCourt talk, when he appeared on tv. He certainly will be missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We finally got quite a bit of rain the other night. But there were storms. Lots of pictures of funnel clouds and damage, mainly to the south and east of us. We got 3-4 inches of rain, while College Station got 7 inches and over toward Snook and Caldwell, got 9 inches of rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The National Weather Service said today that there was not a tornado touchdown, however. Pictures and eyewitnesses said a bit different. The news had said that it might have been an F-0, a very weak tornado. That was stronger than most of us want to experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had another shorter downpour the next morning. At least it has cooled the temperatures a bit. But it brought out the Fire Ants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-7621918243464150514?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7621918243464150514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=7621918243464150514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/7621918243464150514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/7621918243464150514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/vision-latest-eye-exam.html' title='Vision-Latest Eye Exam'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmeXWCJsB5I/AAAAAAAACKQ/m7PdNAx7OPE/s72-c/Ey+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-5544547471380418344</id><published>2009-07-18T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:44:01.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan College Station Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink and watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl'/><title type='text'>23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl Starting Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmKe5IdWWGI/AAAAAAAACJ0/Ggwda7TQ7ac/s1600-h/SC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360021210884626530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmKe5IdWWGI/AAAAAAAACJ0/Ggwda7TQ7ac/s320/SC1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Read through several posts to see all the sketches that Barbara and I did for Sketch Crawl in Bryan and College Station.  I hope that they are now in some sort of order.  I had invited people to meet at the LaSalle Hotel in downtown Bryan and, if we had a group, we could decide where we wanted to work.  Barbara met me at the coffee shop of the LaSalle, but no one else came. &lt;br /&gt;I used a 5"x 7" sketchbook, a pencil, a Pitt pen, and a Winsor Newton travel set of watercolors.  I also brought a small watercolor sketchbook, and a larger watercolor sketchbook, in case I might need them.  Barbara used a small sketchbook, a few pens, and a small set of travel watercolors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmKe413rZ8I/AAAAAAAACJs/qnDlZQ7sp4U/s1600-h/SC1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360021205894784962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmKe413rZ8I/AAAAAAAACJs/qnDlZQ7sp4U/s320/SC1a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot Summer Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink and watercolors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We knew that it was going to be an extremely hot day, with temperatures topping 100 degrees, so we planned on finding a cool place to sketch for the July Sketch Crawl.  Fields and lawns are burned and the dirt is either hard or sandy from the drought and heat.  Some trees are beginning to die.  A boat parked in a field of parched weeds caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmKe4qB9p4I/AAAAAAAACJk/vdQ1hQmhXTo/s1600-h/SC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360021202716698498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmKe4qB9p4I/AAAAAAAACJk/vdQ1hQmhXTo/s320/SC2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange Juice At The LaSalle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cecelia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink and watercolors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not a coffee drinker, so, while I waited for Barbara, I ordered orange juice to drink.  I picked out a table by a window overlooking the street , and got out my sketchbook.  No one was just having coffee.  There was a group, meeting in a corner of the room, a man with a computer, a  woman with a book, groups of people walking in and out of the hotel, the people working behind the counter-all wrapped up in their own worlds. &lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated by the wood work and mirrors, the art deco lights and furnishings.  I had a little trouble with getting to the restroom.  The rest room is downstairs.  I had trouble finding the buttons in the elevator.  I hate to ride elevators alone!  But, the ceiling lights at the elevator in the basement, and the woodwork and mirrors in the elevator,  made the wait enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;I just hoped I could find my way back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It turned out to be a nice day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Read on down the posts to see the rest of our sketches and adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And be sure to go to &lt;a href="http://www.sketchcrawl.com/"&gt;http://www.sketchcrawl.com&lt;/a&gt; to see art work and experiences from around the world on that same day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-5544547471380418344?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5544547471380418344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=5544547471380418344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/5544547471380418344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/5544547471380418344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/23rd-world-wide-sketch-crawl-starting.html' title='23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl Starting Out'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmKe5IdWWGI/AAAAAAAACJ0/Ggwda7TQ7ac/s72-c/SC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-7905399390452034782</id><published>2009-07-18T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:23:40.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink and watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LaSalle Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl'/><title type='text'>23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl  Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyVyYoETI/AAAAAAAACJE/nPZD1gHWFAg/s1600-h/BB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359972225152192818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyVyYoETI/AAAAAAAACJE/nPZD1gHWFAg/s320/BB2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Barbara sketched this woman, enjoying reading a very thick book, in the coffee shop as we started Sketch Crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyVjst2TI/AAAAAAAACI8/bOMSzHBfMNM/s1600-h/BB4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359972221209925938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyVjst2TI/AAAAAAAACI8/bOMSzHBfMNM/s320/BB4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Computing In The Coffee Shop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Barbara sketched a man at the next table, using his lap top.  She used her small travel set of watercolors, a tiny folding brush, and a film container with water to add color to her sketch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyVVWLHBI/AAAAAAAACI0/8TshFqniNhA/s1600-h/BB3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359972217357278226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyVVWLHBI/AAAAAAAACI0/8TshFqniNhA/s320/BB3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladies Meeting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we arrived at the coffee shop, a group of ladies were having a meeting under an unusual antique mirror.  They kept moving, so this was particularly challenging for Barbara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyVKh2nfI/AAAAAAAACIs/gs3osEFvlb0/s1600-h/SC3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359972214453476850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyVKh2nfI/AAAAAAAACIs/gs3osEFvlb0/s320/SC3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbara Sketching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink and watercolor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since we didn't get any photographs, I did a little drawing of Barbara, sketching, while people walked past the window.  I am having trouble getting my skin tones right.  The yellow is just too strong.  It was nice to hear people who were walking about, and talking about shopping and making lunch plans downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyUwA-BWI/AAAAAAAACIk/oJ2ESWmrCxs/s1600-h/SC4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359972207336228194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyUwA-BWI/AAAAAAAACIk/oJ2ESWmrCxs/s320/SC4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ordering &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink and watercolors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Someone with a pony tail, hanging across their back, was ordering at the counter.  I thought I would do a person, too, since Barbara was doing people.  Of course, this person, too, left and I had to finish from my gesture drawing.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the atmosphere at the LaSalle Hotel coffee shop, and downtown Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-7905399390452034782?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7905399390452034782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=7905399390452034782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/7905399390452034782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/7905399390452034782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/23rd-world-wide-sketch-crawl-beginning.html' title='23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl  Beginning'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJyVyYoETI/AAAAAAAACJE/nPZD1gHWFAg/s72-c/BB2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-3469683803422877073</id><published>2009-07-18T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:02:25.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Frame Gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink and watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LaSalle Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl'/><title type='text'>23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJrD9DU6gI/AAAAAAAACIc/8Jm3QZeLJoU/s1600-h/SC3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359964222196607490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJrD9DU6gI/AAAAAAAACIc/8Jm3QZeLJoU/s320/SC3a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;View From The Window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink and watercolor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My view through the window of the LaSalle Hotel coffee shop window. Included is the back of the sign that hangs in the window. On the left is the Masonic Lodge and, on the right, is the restored Carnegie Library. There is a little pigeon in the round window at the top of the library. There is a garden area between the two buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJpuEykKQI/AAAAAAAACIM/ijMUsGD0naU/s1600-h/BB5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359962746805037314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJpuEykKQI/AAAAAAAACIM/ijMUsGD0naU/s320/BB5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masonic Lodge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink and watercolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barbara sketched her view of the Masonic Lodge through the LaSalle Hotel coffee shop window. A barber shop is on the ground floor. She used her small travel set of watercolors to add color to her work. For water, she had an empty film container with water, and a tiny folding brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;W&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJptxUdRNI/AAAAAAAACIE/cV9ryP3B82o/s1600-h/BB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359962741578482898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJptxUdRNI/AAAAAAAACIE/cV9ryP3B82o/s320/BB1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman Sitting In The Courtyard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barbara sketched this woman, sitting in the courtyard outside the coffee shop of the LaSalle Hotel. Of course, like other subjects, she moved before Barbara was finished. Barbara enjoyed the challenge of drawing people rather than buildings, or other stationary objects, because they don't sit still and wait while they are being sketched.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359962738201432338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJptkvTkRI/AAAAAAAACH8/esH4bcBIyF4/s320/SC5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courtyard Gate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink and watercolor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't know what happened, but this is, all of a sudden, wanting to make big spaces between lines. Sorry about that! I didn't do anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While Barbara was challenged by drawing moving subjects, I was looking at color, light, shadow, shapes, and that sort of thing. I liked the plantings in the little courtyard, and the iron gate beside the wide windows of the coffee shop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These were some of our sketches for the World Wide Sketch Crawl. We failed to get any photos this time because Barbara didn't have her camera with her, and Joni didn't have batteries for her's. So, no photos to share, this time. Hopefully, our sketches will be okay to show part of our day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359962736731536466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJptfQ2vFI/AAAAAAAACH0/h3Oa0CgdbAM/s320/SC+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Checking In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink and watercolor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We left the coffee shop about noon.  I had asked people to meet at the coffee shop, then, after 10 a.m., to check in at the Frame Gallery, so we would have some idea of who was sketching, and where.  We seemed to be sketching alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were greeted at The Frame Gallery by Sarah, the resident dog.  Greta was helping customers select a frame for the portrait that she had painted of them.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We spent some time trying to decide on a place to eat.  I thought of baked potatoes and atmosphere at Rudy's in College Station, so that is where we headed.  Sort of.  I am not a very good navigator so we got lost!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My apologies for this double spacing.  And for having to put these in several posts!  But that is all I could figure out to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-3469683803422877073?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3469683803422877073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=3469683803422877073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/3469683803422877073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/3469683803422877073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/23rd-world-wide-sketch-crawl-morning.html' title='23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl Morning'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJrD9DU6gI/AAAAAAAACIc/8Jm3QZeLJoU/s72-c/SC3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-6683180160673522039</id><published>2009-07-18T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:26:11.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan College Station Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink and watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl'/><title type='text'>23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkQInTPzI/AAAAAAAACHs/L4Pw_kd30z0/s1600-h/SC7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956734877318962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkQInTPzI/AAAAAAAACHs/L4Pw_kd30z0/s320/SC7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texas Rider&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink and watercolor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was my job to direct Barbara to Rudy's barbeque for lunch after spending the morning sketching at the LaSalle Hotel coffee shop.  I started sketching this young man, riding on a tool box in back of a pick up truck, missed the turn, and it ended up taking us an hour to find Rudy's.  I couldn't have read the signs, anyway.  This town is growing and changing so much that I can't find the landmarks that have always been here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkP3J7jmI/AAAAAAAACHk/mvfYZZ38zK8/s1600-h/SC10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956730190728802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkP3J7jmI/AAAAAAAACHk/mvfYZZ38zK8/s320/SC10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Signs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joni and Ashton joined us for lunch.  I gave them paper and pencil to draw something for Sketch Crawl and this is what they did.  Joni thought this sign, admonishing people to clean up, was hilarious.  It does fit, I guess, for people who are away from home for the first time, in college, etc.  And for some older folks who forget the lessons they learned.  Ashton did a quick No Smoking sign.  The last time we were here, he laughed at the sign that said No Smoking, right next to the fireplace!  And, considering that the food is smoked, I thought that was a funny sign, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkPsPXQgI/AAAAAAAACHc/-qJzT6RSDMM/s1600-h/SC11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956727260725762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkPsPXQgI/AAAAAAAACHc/-qJzT6RSDMM/s320/SC11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkPSF65NI/AAAAAAAACHU/JtnQjWL220I/s1600-h/BB6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956720241796306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkPSF65NI/AAAAAAAACHU/JtnQjWL220I/s320/BB6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couple Eating Barbeque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Barbara sketched this man who was having lunch with his wife.  He detected her drawing and they stopped to look at what she was doing.  We told them about Sketch Crawl and gave them a flyer.  I think they were impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkPA2d6pI/AAAAAAAACHM/cYaxqOQef48/s1600-h/BB7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956715613579922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkPA2d6pI/AAAAAAAACHM/cYaxqOQef48/s320/BB7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oops!.. They Left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Barbara was sketching and her subjects left.  A problem we encounter when drawing from life.  Our subjects often tend to move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;More about out Sketch Crawl Day in another post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-6683180160673522039?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6683180160673522039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=6683180160673522039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/6683180160673522039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/6683180160673522039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/23rd-world-wide-sketch-crawl-start.html' title='23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl Start'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJkQInTPzI/AAAAAAAACHs/L4Pw_kd30z0/s72-c/SC7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-900417755037527870</id><published>2009-07-18T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:44:30.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan College Station Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pencil drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rudy&apos;s Barbeque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl'/><title type='text'>23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFuMzqp7I/AAAAAAAACHE/OAhVBCf7KHo/s1600-h/SC8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359923166538540978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFuMzqp7I/AAAAAAAACHE/OAhVBCf7KHo/s320/SC8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunching At Rudy's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pencil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Barbara and I spent the afternoon in the air conditioning at Rudy's barbeque in College Station, sketching. The rustic surroundings with a Texas Aggie theme made a pleasant place to sketch after we had a lunch of barbeque, served on waxed paper for plates and paper towels for napkins. I sketched people eating on what was once a screened porch and is now closed in with lots of windows. In the main part of the restaurant, tables are covered with oil cloth red and white checked table cloths, while, on the porch, there are wooden picnic tables. There is a nice view of the creek behind the restaurant from the porch area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFtu3lP_I/AAAAAAAACG8/xJN93TPI67Y/s1600-h/BB8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359923158501900274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFtu3lP_I/AAAAAAAACG8/xJN93TPI67Y/s320/BB8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys' Lunch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Barbara sketched these two men, enjoying barbeque for their lunch at Rudy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFtWlgeMI/AAAAAAAACG0/gyf81dXFyyA/s1600-h/SC9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359923151983638722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFtWlgeMI/AAAAAAAACG0/gyf81dXFyyA/s320/SC9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys' Lunch II&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cecelia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink and watercolor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sketched the same two men as Barbara was sketching. I added some watercolors to mine. I was curious about the orange t-shirt on the wall behind them, but I didn't get up to examine it. I thought it was odd to have a University of Texas symbol in this place that had an Aggie theme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFsp250II/AAAAAAAACGs/RUeAu8k-BU8/s1600-h/SC12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359923139977007234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFsp250II/AAAAAAAACGs/RUeAu8k-BU8/s320/SC12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ceiling Lights at Rudy's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink and watercolor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted to do a drawing that would show the whole scene at Rudy's. But I was using a small sketchbook that fit into my purse, and I just didn't feel I had enough room. I started with the ceiling lights and, by this time, Barbara was ready to leave. I did show how the lights look to me, with AMD and cataracts. I'm sure they were simple, round bulbs, but, to me, they had sort of a flowery shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFsvKcb8I/AAAAAAAACGk/UeGMFimh5xs/s1600-h/SC13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359923141401145282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFsvKcb8I/AAAAAAAACGk/UeGMFimh5xs/s320/SC13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cleaning Up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ink and watercolor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This young lady caught my attention as she walked past and greeted us. A team of people, dressed in the uniform of the business, seemed to sweep across the restaurant and start to clean as we were getting ready to leave. I couldn't help but notice the clean, white, neatly folded rag that was hanging out of her back pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These were the last of our drawings that we did during the 23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl Saturday July 11, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was trying to figure out how to post these drawings and make them come out in order. I thought it would work to put the last one first, but, then, I realized that I can only add 5 at a time, after I had added these!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hopefully, you will read the following post first, and this one last! That will work, I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go to the Sketch Crawl website to see art work and photos from all over the world. Look under Forum, 23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's very interesting to get a world tour through the eyes of many artists! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sketchcrawl.com/"&gt;http://www.sketchcrawl.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope that we can get a group for the next one! Come join us! That should be in about October. You can check the website, and join, if you want, to get updates and notices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-900417755037527870?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/900417755037527870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=900417755037527870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/900417755037527870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/900417755037527870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/23rd-world-wide-sketch-crawl.html' title='23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SmJFuMzqp7I/AAAAAAAACHE/OAhVBCf7KHo/s72-c/SC8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-6720311126337598200</id><published>2009-07-10T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:01:46.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greta Watkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Frame Gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eloia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LaSalle Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnegie Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mud Creek Pottery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonny Moss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Field Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contour drawing'/><title type='text'>World Wide Sketch Crawl Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldMfl4RFpI/AAAAAAAACGc/6tEUNmb7k04/s1600-h/poles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356834387408262802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldMfl4RFpI/AAAAAAAACGc/6tEUNmb7k04/s320/poles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldD9cuHv1I/AAAAAAAACGU/PrR3UiltKUU/s1600-h/H+65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356825004741214034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldD9cuHv1I/AAAAAAAACGU/PrR3UiltKUU/s320/H+65.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldD8-ER_5I/AAAAAAAACGM/lkvJ_-fvVEc/s1600-h/Eloia+fin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356824996512661394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldD8-ER_5I/AAAAAAAACGM/lkvJ_-fvVEc/s320/Eloia+fin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldD8eCtM3I/AAAAAAAACGE/OH8uoCv8w-0/s1600-h/2+Pat+in+LS+coffee+shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356824987916120946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldD8eCtM3I/AAAAAAAACGE/OH8uoCv8w-0/s320/2+Pat+in+LS+coffee+shop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldD8Is_u6I/AAAAAAAACF8/Rr5i28kzDBg/s1600-h/4+Carnegie+Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356824982187916194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldD8Is_u6I/AAAAAAAACF8/Rr5i28kzDBg/s320/4+Carnegie+Garden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldD780KaLI/AAAAAAAACF0/17Y04anbw3A/s1600-h/3+Going+To+Sketch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356824978996750514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldD780KaLI/AAAAAAAACF0/17Y04anbw3A/s320/3+Going+To+Sketch.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow is the big 23rd World Wide Sketch Crawl. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.sketchcrawl.com/"&gt;http://www.sketchcrawl.com/&lt;/a&gt; for more information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Locally, in Bryan, meet at the LaSalle Hotel in downtown Bryan at about 8:30 a.m. Saturday morning. From there, we can decided where to work. We will probably need to find a cool spot, near restrooms, as the day warms up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 10:00 a.m., you can register at the Frame Gallery, 216 N. Bryan Ave. That will give us some idea of how many people are participating. Contact Greta Watkins at the Frame Gallery for more information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we have a group, some may choose to work together. Or people may choose to work alone. Possibly, we could meet later to share experiences and work. At the end of the day, experiences and work can be posted on the Sketch Crawl website, on individual websites, or places like Flickr, Picassa, Facebook, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just bring yourself, your materials that you want to use, and any personal items you may need. You might want to include a folding chair or stool, depending on where you want to sit. So far, I have been able to find a bench or chair to use, but I have a lawn chair in the car, in case I need a place to sit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a FREE event, open to all ages, all skill levels, all media, groups, families, or individuals. You can journal, draw, sketch, paint, or even doodle. You can work all day, or for a few minutes-at home, in a group, or solo. There are no rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Calvert, meet beginning about 8:30 a.m. at Mud Creek Pottery, 407 Main St. Contact Sonny Moss for more information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People in other communties can work there, perhaps forming their own groups, or they may join in another group such as in Calvert or Bryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's Draw The Brazos Valley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking of art, Greta Watkins is having some classes at the Frame Gallery in downtown Bryan. Tomorrow, she is hosting a workshop on linocut printmaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Wednesdays, there is a group that meets there focusing on painting portraits in oils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See her website or contact her at the Frame Gallery in Bryan for more information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remember sunbathing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been avoiding the sun for a long time because I get sunburned and blistered, instead of getting a nice tan. The light bothers my eyes, too. But, now, my doctor told me to to go out and get at least 15 minutes of sun a day. So, I'm going out on the deck in the mornings, sitting in the sun with my hat and sunglasses, sketching and listening to the birdies sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kind of a nice place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-6720311126337598200?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6720311126337598200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=6720311126337598200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/6720311126337598200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/6720311126337598200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/world-widebsketch-crawl-tomorrow.html' title='World Wide Sketch Crawl Tomorrow'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SldMfl4RFpI/AAAAAAAACGc/6tEUNmb7k04/s72-c/poles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-2366796376751477407</id><published>2009-06-28T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:16:34.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearne Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old time classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert High School Calvert Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearne High School'/><title type='text'>Hearne High School Typing Class  1940s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SkgTUfAOW4I/AAAAAAAACFs/hDqI7xpS-zQ/s1600-h/5+HHS+typing+class+Thelma+Conitz+teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352549399770585986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SkgTUfAOW4I/AAAAAAAACFs/hDqI7xpS-zQ/s320/5+HHS+typing+class+Thelma+Conitz+teacher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearne High School Typing Class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1940s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thelma Conitz, Teacher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a great old picture, of Thelma teaching typing at Hearne High School in the 1940s.  I don't have any idea who the students are.  We used this photo on the back of her funeral program.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had those same kind of typewriters when I took typing at Calvert High School in the 195os. You had to hit the keys really hard to make a letter work!  I barely got my 20 wpm to pass that class, and swore I would never type again!  But, it was necessary through the years.  I was still struggling with typing, corrections, and changing ribbons, when we had to go to computers at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This room looked much the same as in this picture, when I taught at this school 30 years later.  To us, coming from Calvert, this was a "city school".  Quite different from CHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At this time, the building ended at Thelma's room, by where the Coke machines were when I was there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thelma had an album of pictures from Hearne.  Lots of students with no names.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't been online much lately, after my "little episode" at Thelma's funeral.  My back and chest tighten up after a little while at the computer, and I have to go rest.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While it has been really hot and dry, it hasn't been as bad as it was in the 1950s, during that bad drought, and the temperatures haven't reached 117, as it did on our porch in the 1970s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ice and snow look really good, now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keep cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-2366796376751477407?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2366796376751477407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=2366796376751477407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/2366796376751477407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/2366796376751477407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/hearne-high-school-typing-class-1940s.html' title='Hearne High School Typing Class  1940s'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SkgTUfAOW4I/AAAAAAAACFs/hDqI7xpS-zQ/s72-c/5+HHS+typing+class+Thelma+Conitz+teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-1694675460855972378</id><published>2009-06-21T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:43:51.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathers Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cowgirls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert High School'/><title type='text'>Fathers Day  First Day of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj6Q3Co5LkI/AAAAAAAACFk/44_hF0Irje8/s1600-h/Cowgirls+C,B,A+%26+Flicka+Keeling+yd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349872682638323266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj6Q3Co5LkI/AAAAAAAACFk/44_hF0Irje8/s320/Cowgirls+C,B,A+%26+Flicka+Keeling+yd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cowgirls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;family photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cecelia, Barbara, Alfred, Flicka in yard of A.L. Keeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Calvert High School in background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS DAY to all you fathers out there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daddy liked to barbeque on holidays in his later years. Fathers Day was one of those days. I don't remember that we particularly celebrated Fathers Day in the past, other than to let Daddy barbeque, or we might have had our usual Sunday family dinner with red roast and red gravy, for all the fathers and men in the family. Of course, this was after church at Sneed Memorial Methodist Church in Calvert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy had his own way of barbequeing and wasn't about to change. The meat was kind of heavy on the lighter fluid and burned on the outside. But he was not about to let those coals burn down some before he put the meat on the grill, then added more lighter fluid when the fire burned down. We just scraped the charred part off the outside, and ate plenty of bread, corn on the cob, and Coca Cola to wash it down-or else! We didn't dare to complain about it much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy would place the little barbeque pit outside the back door, and park himself on a camp stool beside the pit. He wore his khakis, hat, and boots, and grinned a lot while he sweated in the sun, occasionally turning the meat. Mama boiled corn and sliced tomatoes in the kitchen. Sometimes she added deviled eggs and potato salad to the meal. (I didn't like those, though, so I got charred meat, corn, tomatoes, and bread and lots of sop!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The photo above is of Daddy with the horse he bought for us, Flicka. Barbara is in his arms, and I am the one with the cap pistol in the holster. I wanted to be a cowboy and ride the range with Tim (Holt) when I grew up. It's kind of funny that I have my cap pistol, and am wearing a skirt-not a cowgirl type of skirt, either. (We couldn't wear boys jeans either. We had our own girls jeans with a side zipper, if we got to wear jeans at all.) Maybe this was after school, and I came home and strapped on my "gun", hoping to ride the horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't think we ever did get to ride Flicka. (Poor ole horse!) When Daddy bought her, she had a cut foot from trying to jump a barbed wire fence. The owner was starting to break her, but the foot healing was going to take a while. Daddy had to doctor that foot for a long time. Poor old horse even got screw worms in the wound. Daddy put some kind of thick, gooey black stuff on the wound several times a day. And then there was carrying hay to the pen and dragging a hose to put water in a wash tub for Flicka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At one point, Daddy had to have foot surgery and was on crutches for 2 years. So Mama had to take over taking care of Flicka. During one snowey, icey spell, Mama came in the house and realized she had lost the diamonds from her rings in the hay! She was most distressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, the horse's foot was better and she was ready for training. But, on Halloween night, some boys let Flicka out of her pen, and, as she left through the gate, the boys poured oil on her back. (They also rolled our big dog house down the street.) Daddy was still on crutches, and he was really mad. And even more so when he found Flicka, with big blisters on her back from the oil being heated by the sun. Now, we had to wait for the blisters to heal before anyone could ride Flicka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, the day arrived and Daddy put the blanket, saddle, and bridle on the horse. He was going to break the horse himself! Barbara and I stayed back, fearing that the horse would run over us or do like the wild horses in the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We watched as Daddy got on and gave a little nudge with his foot. Daddy's face turned red, then white with terror. Away Flicka ran, across the lawn, down the street, and disappeared toward Main Street dowtown. We screamed for Mama and anyone to help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eventually, Daddy returned, leading Flicka. The horse had run all the way to town and Daddy couldn't stop her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy put Flicka in the pen and, the next day, he started looking for a new home for Flicka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were broken hearted that our horse was sold, and we never got to be close to her, or even ride her. There went our cowgirl dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, our neighbor, Mr. Porter, was manager of a large ranch in the Brazos Bottom, and was a real cowboy. He brought a horse in to keep in our pen. One that we could ride and care for. A very nice quarter horse, but that's another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sure that Daddy probably grew up in a time where people were still riding horses and driving in buggies and wagons. And, of course, he always worked around cattle. He had confidence that he could do most anything and tried it-his way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, that's one story about Daddy. I remember being really small with Daddy. Since I had the episode with the steps at Sneed Memorial Methodist Church in Calvert a couple of weeks ago, one memory is of Daddy carrying me up the steep inside steps at the church. He would sing "Rock A Bye Baby"-his way, with his deep voice. He sang the words, but when the tune was supposed to go up, he would go down. I'm sure he knew the correct way to sing those songs, but he just had to do it his way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;And Happy First Day of Summer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;As Bob French has been saying on the weather forecast, we've already been having summer for a while. Temperatures around 100 degrees and not a drop of rain. Cerulean blue skies with puffy white clouds. Grass is dead or dying and the ground is like sand. One good thing is that my "jungle" doesn't need mowing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Stay Coool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just read on the "Eagle" website that Mrs. Shook died.  My sympathies and prayers go out to her and her family.  She was a friendly lady, and a former coworker.  I know that she will be missed by many.  I am so sorry that she was so sick for so long.  You can read a nice obituary for her in the Bryan College Station Eagle today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-1694675460855972378?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1694675460855972378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=1694675460855972378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/1694675460855972378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/1694675460855972378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-first-day-of-summer.html' title='Fathers Day  First Day of Summer'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj6Q3Co5LkI/AAAAAAAACFk/44_hF0Irje8/s72-c/Cowgirls+C,B,A+%26+Flicka+Keeling+yd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-901464169605780526</id><published>2009-06-20T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:52:11.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSC Texas A and M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mud Creek Pottery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Reds Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketch Crawl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LaSalle Hotel'/><title type='text'>Texas Reds Festival 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj1EW9KREfI/AAAAAAAACFc/H2-qXzWQStE/s1600-h/5+4141+Engine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349507093551452658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj1EW9KREfI/AAAAAAAACFc/H2-qXzWQStE/s320/5+4141+Engine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj1EWPNgrwI/AAAAAAAACFM/GCS2V8pOHH8/s1600-h/3++Carnegie+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349507081217027842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj1EWPNgrwI/AAAAAAAACFM/GCS2V8pOHH8/s320/3++Carnegie+back.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj1EWJzyafI/AAAAAAAACFE/mAnMurVQenI/s1600-h/2+Pat+in+LS+coffee+shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349507079766960626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj1EWJzyafI/AAAAAAAACFE/mAnMurVQenI/s320/2+Pat+in+LS+coffee+shop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj1EV8Gzk2I/AAAAAAAACE8/6dt8SdAnOLk/s1600-h/10++Cecelia+Sketching+in+the+garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349507076088632162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj1EV8Gzk2I/AAAAAAAACE8/6dt8SdAnOLk/s320/10++Cecelia+Sketching+in+the+garden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photos from Texas Reds Festival '08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;World Wide Sketch Crawl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bryan, Texas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pat &amp;amp; Cecelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carnegie Library &amp;amp; LaSalle Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope that you are out enjoying the big Texas Reds Festival in downtown Bryan. Steak, wine, lots of entertainment, and things going on for all ages. A big concert tonight to top it all off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not up to going this year. The heat and the walking would be too much after my "little episode" a couple of weeks ago-on D-Day of all things! Wish I could go today. But, they have downtown blocked off and you have to take a shuttle from Blinn, if you want to see anything, or park far off. Last year, there was handicapped parking, but it was still too far for some of us to walk, and the EMS people took us from the parking lot to the LaSalle Hotel on one of those little car things! I wondered if they had planned better for handicapped people this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last year, the Festival occured during the World Wide Sketch Crawl, so Pat and I went, but we couldn't take the heat then, either. We tried! You can look back in my Older Posts for last June, and find my account of our Sketch Crawl and what little we saw of the Festival. I know it was nice, but it needed to be at a cooler time of the year, for some of us who are not so hardy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, in Texas, there really isn't a good time for outdoors. It's either too cold, too hot, too dry, too windy, too wet, too stormy, or something. Festivals that can hit on great weather are really lucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year, it is really hot and dry here. People are begging for rain. I guess I will have to paint another rain dance. (It worked the last time!) Of course, we don't want a hurricane, but, this time of year, sometimes that is what it takes to get rain. A gentle tropical storm, maybe? A really mild one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's sad to hear that the art work has been taken out of the MSC while they remodel. That's a really poor decision that has a lot of people upset. Wish they would reverse their decision and just freshen up the MSC with new paint or whatever, and keep it like it always has been. That's such a big tradition of A&amp;amp;M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you get a chance, go over to the Art Center in College Station and see the Members Show. Of course, I didn't get to enter this one either. I planned to work on my entry, and got sick instead! Always something it seems. I guess the next opportunity is for next fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be sure to check out my sidebar with lots of information and things to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for reading and sharing, and for joining my Followers or Mail List.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of Sketch Crawl, the next one is Saturday July 11, 2009. LaSalle Hotel in Bryan, Mud Creek Pottery in Calvert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking especially today of Gwen Shook, former Hearne High teacher, as she battles illness- and Paul Odle, the author of "Memories Around The Mill" as he recovers from surgery in Oklahoma.  Many enjoy Paul's stories of growing up in Yukon, Oklahma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-901464169605780526?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/901464169605780526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=901464169605780526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/901464169605780526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/901464169605780526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/texas-reds-festival-09.html' title='Texas Reds Festival 09'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sj1EW9KREfI/AAAAAAAACFc/H2-qXzWQStE/s72-c/5+4141+Engine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-1240719156873269597</id><published>2009-05-30T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:04:52.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SiGBhY5oEzI/AAAAAAAACE0/DJv0vlh5pr0/s1600-h/Life+Cycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341693043657937714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SiGBhY5oEzI/AAAAAAAACE0/DJv0vlh5pr0/s320/Life+Cycle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life Cycle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;watercolors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My apologies for not posting for a while, but Blogger's little robot thingys decided that my spam needed to be blocked until I could prove that I am a real person.  So, I was locked out of my blog.  It seems to be working again today, finally.  Of course, they didn't let me know what was wrong for a few days, and, again, they didn't let me know that it is working again.  I just happened to check, and here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a little watercolor done with Indigo Blue and Brown watercolors on 300# watercolor paper.  I did add a little touch of purple to the painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just wanted to get in a short post today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bitsy, my 23 year old cat, is not doing well.  And, at the same time, my aunt, whose home the cat came from, is also at the end of her life.  I'll be going to the nursing home shortly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just wanted to get in a post to let everyone know that I'm still here and haven't abandoned my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would ask that, if you haven't subscribed to my blog, please do so.  It makes it so much easier for you to receive- and for me to send out.  And, that way, you are assured of getting the blog when I post.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for reading and sharing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-1240719156873269597?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1240719156873269597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=1240719156873269597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/1240719156873269597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/1240719156873269597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-cycle.html' title='Life Cycle'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SiGBhY5oEzI/AAAAAAAACE0/DJv0vlh5pr0/s72-c/Life+Cycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-3578717834415702674</id><published>2009-05-13T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:22:55.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greta Watkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert City Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art 979'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Scottish Festival and World Highland Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Van Gogh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Reds Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert Trojans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert High School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgtcgdWvHpI/AAAAAAAACEQ/D1ZxoR6mMeg/s1600-h/Trojan+3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335459896256044690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgtcgdWvHpI/AAAAAAAACEQ/D1ZxoR6mMeg/s320/Trojan+3b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgtcgYtvNzI/AAAAAAAACEI/1J0pX6zCEJU/s1600-h/Trojan+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335459895010342706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgtcgYtvNzI/AAAAAAAACEI/1J0pX6zCEJU/s320/Trojan+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Calvert Trojan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.5" x  11"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I drew a lot of these as a student at Calvert High School, years ago.  I thought I would try it again when I set up a group on Facebook and another on Yahoo for former students of CHS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I noticed that the official logos drawn by other students and companies do not show a chin piece on the armor.  However, I distinctly remember drawing that piece to cover the chin and connecting to another piece over the ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bottom drawing is my first one done last week.  I thought it came out looking too feminine, so I drew it again.  This time, I tried to be more conscious of giving him stronger features and making the lines more bold.  I used a Pitt pen on both drawings, but went over the lines with a Sharpie marker on the top drawing.  It shows up much better that way.  Maybe I will do it again and add some color.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I looked back at my two old yearbooks for 1953 and 1954 to see if I had one of my Trojan drawings in there.  But, the Trojan drawing was a stock logo, in one; and, in the one where I was art editor, Jimmy M. did the drawing  of the Trojan.  I did a Trojan horse with the football team, and the end piece with two graduates on it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess I have a male and a female Trojan in my drawings above!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are on 8.5" x  11" paper.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you went to Calvert High School, you might check out joining CHS_Trojans on Yahoo or Calvert High School Trojans Alumni on Facebook.  Click on the buttons in my sidebar to join.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can share your pictures, stories, and memories on those sites, as a member.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I read an interesting blog entry today on Journeys in Art.  One of my favorite movies is "Lust For Life", the story of artist Vincent Van Gogh.  I have watched that over and over for years, along with "The Agony and the Ecstacy".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This blog talked about the latest research that points to Gaugin cutting off Van Gogh's ear lobe with a sword during an argument.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://journeysinart.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-really-happened-to-van-goghs-ear.html"&gt;http://journeysinart.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-really-happened-to-van-goghs-ear.html&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Greta Watkins is preparing her portraits of people in downtown Bryan to show June 5 at Art 979.  This is a part of Art Step, the downtown Art Walk.  The address is  Art 979/Village Cafe, 210 W. 26th Street in downtown Bryan.  Village Cafe features organic food from locally grown produce for breakfast and lunch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Greta is the owner of The Frame Gallery in downtown Bryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also coming up in June is the Texas Scottish Festival in Arlington June 5-7.  Click on the logo in my sidebar and that will take you to their webpage with schedules and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the Texas Reds Festival is another big event in downtown Bryan in June.  See my sidebar for more events and dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Save the &lt;em&gt;Calvert City Hall!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-3578717834415702674?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3578717834415702674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=3578717834415702674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/3578717834415702674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/3578717834415702674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/calvert-trojan-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgtcgdWvHpI/AAAAAAAACEQ/D1ZxoR6mMeg/s72-c/Trojan+3b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-6689339955831332218</id><published>2009-05-11T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:10.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bird Flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swine Flu'/><title type='text'>Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgifLOnyhaI/AAAAAAAACEA/Mkc9nHy-3sg/s1600-h/Swine+Flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334688773872715170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgifLOnyhaI/AAAAAAAACEA/Mkc9nHy-3sg/s320/Swine+Flu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swine Flu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.5" x  11"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thankfully, so far, we haven't all come down with the dreaded Swine Flu (or number and letters whatever the politically correct are calling it now).  They said it had characteristics of swine, bird, and human influenza.  I wanted to do something about the thing that was a big item in the news, and spread concern around the world.  So, I did my little version of the Swine and Bird Flu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This little piggy and his birdie friend are laid up in bed with the flu, while humans check on them through the bedroom windows.  Two people protect themselves with masks, while one visitor wonders what to do and if he should worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This drawing is on acid free 70 pound white drawing paper.  It was done with a Pitt pen.&lt;br /&gt;The size is 8.5" x  11".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't added color to this one, yet.  I sort of like it as a simple cartoon style drawing.  I may add color to it, yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We haven't had the Swine Flu, but I've been dealing with a rash on my face, arms, and chest since Wednesday.  My eyes were so swollen, I was getting concerned.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I joked with my grandson that I had big bags under my eyes, that, at one point, looked like someone deflated them and they started wrinkling!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't know what it is.  It isn't poison ivy, I know.  The others think it isn't contagious or someone else in the house would have it too.  I've been taking benadryl and sleeping.  It seems a bit better today.  I thought it started when I had my arm on a clean towel that was very rough from being washed without a dryer sheet.  That made my arm itch in one little spot, and then it spread to the other arm and my face by the next day.  Very strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mother used to say that I was like the princess in the story, "The Princess and the Pea".  Way too sensitive to things!  I couldn't stand a wrinkle in my sheets, or to touch things like paper or velvet.  Rough towels and wash cloths are like using sandpaper on my skin.  And that isn't because I am old.  I've always been like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enjoyed watching some old movies on TCM today with Margaret Rutherford.  I don't like mysteries or scarey things, but I do like the Miss Marple movies that starred Rutherford.  I was kind of sleepy, still, from the benadryl, so I just watched the movies while I tried to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking of movies, I heard that the new "Star Trek" movie has some spectacular special effects.  One person talked about going to see it in an IMAX theatre.  That should be something to watch.  However, I can't get too excited about Star Trek movies without William Shatner as Capt. Kirk, especially as he was in the first tv programs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you know anyone with an interest in Calvert, Texas, I set up a group on Yahoo and another one on FaceBook just for them.  I also set up one for former students at Calvert High.  Please let anyone know who might be interested in joining, and sharing pictures, memories, comments, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Save the Calvert City Hall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-6689339955831332218?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6689339955831332218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=6689339955831332218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/6689339955831332218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/6689339955831332218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgifLOnyhaI/AAAAAAAACEA/Mkc9nHy-3sg/s72-c/Swine+Flu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-6703548194309574436</id><published>2009-05-10T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:37:41.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolors and ink'/><title type='text'>Remembering Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgdQ6N4RQ-I/AAAAAAAACD4/5B6EMjEaCbM/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334321244731950050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgdQ6N4RQ-I/AAAAAAAACD4/5B6EMjEaCbM/s320/Mom%27s+Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Remembering Mothers Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8.5"  x 11"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mixed media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Prismacolors and watercolors_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Early Sunday morning sun glistened on the curtains of my bedroom.  I could hear my children outside my window.  They were up early and outside planning a Mothers Day treat for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I smiled and looked out at them moving in the back yard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The best things are the ones that are created just for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I wondered what they had planned for me.   I didn't want them to know that I was watching.  They were being very independent today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't think they would cook breakfast.  I would do that,  and then we would dress and go to church. After that, we would come home for Sunday dinner and, maybe, their grandparents would come for a visit in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pulling the covers up around my face would conceal the fact that I had been awake as they entered my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Here's a card for you.  I made it myself." my son said as he handed me his construction paper card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My daughter handed me her handmade card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"What do you have behind your backs?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"It's your Mothers Day present," my son said.  "Close your eyes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Okay."  I closed my eyes and heard them walking beside my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My daughter handed me some wild flowers, with fresh dew still on them, that she had picked in the yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the same time, my son put something sort of wet and creepy feeling into my hand.  I screamed and thought sure he had found a snake in the yard.  A wonderous thing to a little boy, but a scarey thing to this woman.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Take that out of here!"  I kept screaming.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"But, Mama, it's only a nice little green frog," he explained.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He looked hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I'm sure it is a very nice frog.  But he would be happier outside with other frogs.  That was nice of you to think of me, but he really belongs outside."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They went outside to find a good place to release the frog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had breakfast, went to church, had dinner at home, my parents came to visit and went back home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was a most memorable Mothers Day for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, years later, my grandson picked out a Mr. Bean movie that we will watch later.  My daughter slept late, my sister came by on her way back to her home, I've washed clothes, fixed lunch for my grandsons, taken care of the cats, and plan to give Bitsy, the cat, a bath.  My grandson made a card for his mom and the oldest one bought her a present.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Mothers Day to all you mothers and grandmothers.  I hope that your day has been one to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did the picture above with a Pitt pen on 70 lb drawing paper and added Prismacolors and some watercolor to give it color.  The paper is acid free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Mothers Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-6703548194309574436?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6703548194309574436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=6703548194309574436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/6703548194309574436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/6703548194309574436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/remembering-mothers-day.html' title='Remembering Mothers Day'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgdQ6N4RQ-I/AAAAAAAACD4/5B6EMjEaCbM/s72-c/Mom%27s+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-3507093153977304530</id><published>2009-05-09T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:03:54.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert City Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Day of Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><title type='text'>National Day of Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgYHUVgRFlI/AAAAAAAACDw/XERYsXC1r-8/s1600-h/Day+of+Prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333958854618191442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgYHUVgRFlI/AAAAAAAACDw/XERYsXC1r-8/s320/Day+of+Prayer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;National Day of Prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.5" x 11"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;watercolor &amp;amp; ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the piece of art work that I did for the National Day of Prayer.  I didn't get to post it on that day, but wanted to share it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, some in high places, thought that this day was not important enough to observe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With all the problems that we have in the world today, we need all the help that we can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;National Day of Prayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was done on 70 pound acid free white drawing paper using Winsor Newton watercolors and a Pitt pen.  It is 8 1/2 x 11".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you have an interest in Calvert, Texas, or went to school at Calvert High School in Calvert, Texas, you might be interested in joining the Yahoo or Face Book groups started for these places.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can click on the Join button in my sidebar to join the Yahoo groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Face Book, you have to belong to Face Book.  Then, go to Groups and search for Calvert High School Trojans or Calvert, Texas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As a member, you can share photos, comments and memories, links, etc.  I have added a few to get started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm thinking of donating a painting or two to get a fund started to save Calvert City Hall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surely the needed funds to repair the City Hall can be raised through fund raising, grants, and donations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What can we do?  We can't lose that building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for reading and sharing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-3507093153977304530?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3507093153977304530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=3507093153977304530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/3507093153977304530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/3507093153977304530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/national-day-of-prayer.html' title='National Day of Prayer'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgYHUVgRFlI/AAAAAAAACDw/XERYsXC1r-8/s72-c/Day+of+Prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-5044776363101055671</id><published>2009-05-08T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:27:36.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restoration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvert City Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Historic District'/><title type='text'>Save The Calvert City Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333593021482592354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgS6mC346GI/AAAAAAAACDo/JEbs_TAZpVg/s320/51+City+Hall+corner+stone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgSsi4qyYaI/AAAAAAAACDY/eCpllxYRhSc/s1600-h/49+City+Hall+Fire+Dept.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333577574040887714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgSsi4qyYaI/AAAAAAAACDY/eCpllxYRhSc/s320/49+City+Hall+Fire+Dept.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgSsioEzPtI/AAAAAAAACDQ/eZFt0MbG8rU/s1600-h/50+Cool+City+Hall+steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333577569586593490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgSsioEzPtI/AAAAAAAACDQ/eZFt0MbG8rU/s320/50+Cool+City+Hall+steps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgSsismY-UI/AAAAAAAACDI/Un37xD9S5nA/s1600-h/54+Corner+Stone+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333577570801219906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SgSsismY-UI/AAAAAAAACDI/Un37xD9S5nA/s320/54+Corner+Stone+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was horrified to read Gracia Casey Thibodeaux's article on the website, Fort Tumbleweed. The article tells that Calvert's Mayor, Marcus Greaves, and the City Council, are planning to bulldoze the old City Hall and replace it with one of those awful metal buildings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The City Hall was damaged by an arsonist and more damage occured as they tried to extinguish the fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The article said that they city cannot afford the million dollars that it would take to repair the building, so they plan to bulldoze the building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as I have heard, there has been no effort to call on people to donate or help raise funds to restore this grand old building. I feel sure that there are grants, etc. that could help, as well as contributions from private sources. I had only heard one person say that they didn't think that they could save the building. It would be too expensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calvert cannot afford to let go of any more of its wonderful old structures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracia's article tells much more of the history of the building and plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asks people to write to the Mayor, the City Council, and anyone else who might have some influence to save the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calvert does have a National Historic District, and there might be some help there, through the state, etc. Maybe they could ask the George Bush Library for help with fund raising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They certainly need to know that there are people who would like the building saved and do not want any of those ugly modern metal buildings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this time, the offices are being housed in various buildings downtown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't heard anything about the progress in catching the idiot who set that fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that each of you will pass this on to anyone who might be interested or have some influence, or ideas on how the City Hall can be saved. And let the Mayor and City Council know that this important building is worth saving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are certain places in town that we all cherish and the City Hall is one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dances, pageants, and programs were held in the upstairs. I remember seeing a sea of Singer sewing machines upstairs at the end of WWII, when my mother went there to get a sewing machine for $10. They had been rationed before that and you couldn't get one for any price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's where we voted and heard speakers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Red Cross met there sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men went there to get their classifications and information about going off to War.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The small jail was a place that was a holding place for criminals or those who just got a little too rowdy or drunk. It was a place we were warned to stay away from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Calvert Fire Department , at the back, housed the fire trucks and gave the volunteer fire department a place to meet and have their mulligan stew nights. The fire hoses were stretched out between fires, on wooden racks behind the building. A metal tower held the fire whistle that summoned people to fires and told us what time it was. It also was used to call the City Marshall or call firemen to fires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The City Marshall had an office on the north west corner. Tile floors and old oak furniture. The City Council and other civic groups held meetings there at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The City Secretary's office on the southwest corner held a huge walk in safe. This was where we went to pay water bills and any other payments including a dog license. This was where I went with my friend, Edie, when her father was City Secretary. We also would visit with Marvin, in the back, who took care of the jail and other duties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking from town on a hot day, it was a pleasure to walk up the cool concrete steps of the City Hall, between the white columns, and enter the hall lined with cool small tiles. After cooling off at the City Hall, we went from tree to tree, seeking shade. We might even stop off in the park to try to find a breeze in the bandstand, and get a drink of water from the concrete water fountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't until recently that I found that my great-grandfather's name is on the cornerstone of the City Hall. Emil Conitz Sr. was one of the members of the City Council when the City Hall was built. C. O. Shelander was also related.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have special memories of this building, like many of the places in Calvert. And I'm sure that many others do too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, do what you can to help, please. Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I intended to post something about the National Day of Prayer, which Washington D.C. chose to ignore this year, yesterday, but I got some kind of rash which has spread to my face and my eyes. So, instead of posting, I took Benadryl and slept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With all the problems in our country and the world today, we need all the prayer we can get. That certainly sent out another wrong message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My eyes are still very swollen, and my face is swollen and red. I haven't been outside in the poison ivy, so I don't know what it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My eyes are nearly as bad as the time that I sunburned the insides of my eyes while on duty at a track meet at Wood Field in Hearne. That time, they were swollen almost shut for 2 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Between the purple spot from Macular Degeneration in my left eye, cataracts, and now the rash, I'm not seeing really well. I guess I will take more benadryl and sleep, later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've set up groups on Yahoo for Calvert, Texas and Calvert High School Trojans alumni. And the same groups on Face Book. If you have an interest in Calvert, or went to school in Calvert. I hope that you will join. I set up 2 separate groups because some people are on Face Book, and some don't use that site-thus the Yahoo group. I have to approve members to make sure that we don't get spammers, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are pictures on all the groups, and you are invited to add your own, as members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Save the Calvert City Hall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I tried to add the top photo of the cornerstone at the City Hall to the bottom of this post. Instead, it went to the top, and left this huge space at the end of the article. I tried to move it seveal times, but it wouldn't move and left even more space at the bottom, each time. I wish I knew how to fix this. My apologies. Scroll down to add comments and read more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look in my sidebar under Interesting Sites for Fort Tumbleweed.  Scroll down to the history of Robertson County and under that, Calvert, for the article about the City Hall. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331645176411542962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sf3PCihvVbI/AAAAAAAACC4/V66SMM2LaSM/s320/April+Sketch+Crawl+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sf3PCIdSzjI/AAAAAAAACCw/UZDKcDr6FoY/s1600-h/April+Sketch+Crawl+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331645169413574194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sf3PCIdSzjI/AAAAAAAACCw/UZDKcDr6FoY/s320/April+Sketch+Crawl+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitsy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sf3PB2qbWmI/AAAAAAAACCo/zUEjek6EfUI/s1600-h/April+Sketch+Crawl+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331645164636822114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sf3PB2qbWmI/AAAAAAAACCo/zUEjek6EfUI/s320/April+Sketch+Crawl+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Several people have been sharing pictures of their studio helpers, from Linda Blondheim's Studio Dog to a Face Book friend who shared a picture of his black cat, lounging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to have Toto, a Cairn Terrier, who sat under my feet while I was at my desk. I still miss putting my feet on her silky fur. She died at age 17. We got another dog, Pluto, but that is a one person dog. He stays with my daughter constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, the cats migrate toward me at meal time and nap time, for them, which is a lot of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I covered my drawing table, in front of my window, with newspapers, for painting. Of course, the cats like to sleep there, or just look out the window !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the photos, there is, at the top, the visiting, solid black tomcat, named Ike. He came to our door the night that the rain started as Hurricane Ike was moving in. We gave him shelter for a few days, then he left. But, he comes back several times a day, to eat Iams cat food, drink, and nap. Then he leaves. He has found a way to get into the house around the bathtup pipes, so, if we don't open the door when he wants to come in, he just makes his own way in and out of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is a large, gorgeous cat, like a small panther. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Long ago, when dreaming of things I wanted in the future, I thought I would like to have, not an ordinary Cadillac, but a solid white four door Jaguar with white leather interior. And, instead of diamonds, I wanted emeralds. And I wanted, instead of a fancy dog, a gorgeous panther. I guess we sort of have a panther, now. Ike is solid black, with green eyes, and very quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the center photo, during nap time, I put a couple of soft blankets on my bed, and Bitsy takes a nap there. Bitsy is 23, and still hanging on, though she is a sick lady with renal failure. She has lost so much weight, but she is still Bitsy and can outrun me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Simba has been sitting on the back of my chair while I am either on the computer or at my drawing table. He is in the bottom photo. Simba is the king of the house-the Alpha male. He is very smart, and cuddly, usually, keeps the dog and everyone else under control. In the photo, he is on the back of the chair which is covered with one of my painting shirts to keep the little claws out of my leather chair! You can see Ike curled up on the table in the background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The window is a good place for cats to watch squirrels and rabbits romping in the yard and Oak trees, and the birds that like to perch in the Crepe Myrtle in front of the window. And it is a good place for me to watch the changing light and shadows, and the occasional car that passes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My human helpers are not so interested anymore. They are more into computers and games, these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you had the Swine Flu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't like "politically correct", or numbers, so, to me, it is going to stay the Swine Flu. Once I've learned something one way, it's hard to change to fit someone's whims. I heard a story today, on the news, saying that a worker from Mexico, in Canada, spread the Swine Flu to the pigs he was working with. It's all very confusing, to people all over the world. Now they are saying that the flu may be dying down some, but could return, even changed, and worse in the fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Personally, I don't want the flu, swine or otherwise. We're washing hands more and hoping that it doesn't get worse. The people who seem to be having the worst time with it, are those who already have some medical problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Esther Read's granddaughters made the cutest video about Swine Flu! It should be put on You Tube or somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you done a picture about Swine Flu? I did one a while back and put it on my blog, but that was about having the flu long ago. I'll have to do something about the current illness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think it was Geraldo Rivera who was reporting about Swine Flu last week, and he said that, everytime he does a segment on the flu, or hears a story about it, he starts feeling sick-sore throat, feverish, etc. I am that way too! My throat starts hurting every time they talk about the flu! But, in a little while, with another story, I'm cured! I'm not usually that easily influenced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope that you all stay well! Go away, Swine Flu! -And allergies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been reminiscing by looking through old Trevalcs, the Calvert High School yearbook. That started as I was looking for old pictures to use on the groups I started for Calvert High School Trojans alumni on Yahoo and on Facebook. If you went to school in Calvert, join the groups and share your pictures. I enjoyed seeing the addition of a photo of the Calvert Cemetery, with several memories from growing up in Calvert. Remember walking past there, between the park and the cemetery, at night, after a movie at the Eloia, or a football or basketball game at the school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I walked from the Eloia to my house, near the school, at night, or back home after visiting a friend, a few times, and I was plenty scared! I almost ran from street light to street light. I think the worst time was after watching one of those scarey movies about space, and then having to walk home in the dark. I just knew that space ships with monsters were going to appear from out of the stars and swoop down from the school to my house! I usually convinced a friend to walk at least part of the way home with me, but that didn't get me past the park and cemetery with protection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, we just had to walk through the cemetery during Halloween parties! Well, that's another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During the day, it was a peaceful place to walk and spend time. The iron benches through the cemetery and some of the stone benches were nice to sit and rest on, especially on a hot day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've already shared our experiences of giving wild flowers to people who were coming out of the cemetery after funerals in an earlier post. You can find those under Older Posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also started a group for people who are interested in Calvert, and that is where Judy R. added the cemetery picture and memories. That is an open group for anyone to join on Face Book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks for reading and sharing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There will be no meeting of the Brazos Valley Art League tomorrow, but, instead, there will be a  luncheon at the Art Center on May 12th.  See their newsletter for May or the website for more information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are also having the Lone Start Art Guild Convention starting on Friday at the Brazos Center.  More information about that, too, on the website and in the newsletter, as well as the LSAG website.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I added two links under Interesting Sites on my sidebar.  One is a link to the trailer for the PBS series, "We Shall Remain" -The Cherokee.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other is a link to the website "Der Familiename Konitzer/Conitzer.  This is the very interesting website from Germany for those interested in Polish/Prussian/German genealogy and information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Join my Followers or my groups, if you haven't already.  You can also subscribe to my blog, if you haven't done so already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I appreciate your interest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-8573901621573978561?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8573901621573978561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=8573901621573978561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/8573901621573978561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/8573901621573978561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/studio-helpers.html' title='Studio Helpers'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/Sf3PCihvVbI/AAAAAAAACC4/V66SMM2LaSM/s72-c/April+Sketch+Crawl+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339253028587888907.post-2462458248373227282</id><published>2009-05-02T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:30:55.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby storks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorm life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Friday in Bryan Texas'/><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SfyX8GNz_oI/AAAAAAAACCg/A1w2Eo2hNIo/s1600-h/62+Girls+Getting+Ready+in+the+Dorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331303117616316034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SfyX8GNz_oI/AAAAAAAACCg/A1w2Eo2hNIo/s320/62+Girls+Getting+Ready+in+the+Dorm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting Ready for Saturday Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.5" x 11"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girls in a dorm, getting ready for Saturday night dates.  Girls are busy checking themselves in the mirror, putting on makeup, fixing hair, deciding on what to wear, talking about the boys who will be calling for them soon.  Music drifts through the suite from a radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One girl, in the foreground, waits.  Is she waiting for the phone to ring for her?  Perhaps her boyfriend is elsewhere and can't come to see her this Saturday night.  Could it be that she is hoping that the girls will ask her to come along,  with their boyfriend bringing a blind date for her.  Or maybe she has a big problem to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will she spend a Saturday night, almost alone in the dorm, listening to romantic music on the radio,  while the other girls are out dancing, going to the movies, or partying?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will she spend the evening catching up on studying or writing a paper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Could it be that she might spend this Saturday night washing her hair, playing solitaire, or Hearts with other dateless girls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps she will spend the evening writing a letter or talking on the phone to that boy, so far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or maybe, she will stay in her room and worry about her problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Possibly, the phone might ring down the hall, and she will rush to get dressed and go out and have a good time, with almost everyone else in the dorm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What will Saturday night hold?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After I had decided to share this drawing on my blog, I found a new blogger who is writing about her dating experiences.  I do remember a lot of mine, but the experiences are not new, by any means!  I'm sure that the new blogger is young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope that you got to go to First Friday in downtown Bryan last night.  So much to do. And, if you are on campus at A&amp;amp;M, they are running a shuttle so that students can go more easily.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you didn't get to go, plan on going next first Friday. I'm sure that it is a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My computer has been acting up again.  I spent hours and hours trying to select and make a slide show of pictures from the last Sketch Crawl.  I put those pictures on several sites including the Sketch Crawl website, Flickr, Brazos Valley Sketchers on Face Book, and BrazosValley_Sketchers on Yahoo.  But, I haven't been able to do that slideshow.  It hung yesterday and I lost it all, so I gave up and just scanned some pictures.  I guess I will have to post them in small groups.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing, computerwise, worked very well yesterday.  It seems worse since I added IE8.  That changed everything over to Yahoo instead of Sudden Link.  More computer problems to try to figure out!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did start on my blog, several times, but just gave up the whole business and shut off the computer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you are stork watching, there are several eggs in the nest in Poland.  Be sure to look at the sites under Stork Sites in my sidebar.  They are very interesting to watch.  You can get attached!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoying my blog?  &lt;/strong&gt;Why not subscribe, if you haven't already?  Or add your name to my list of Followers?  Thank you to those of you who have done those things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339253028587888907-2462458248373227282?l=cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2462458248373227282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339253028587888907&amp;postID=2462458248373227282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/2462458248373227282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339253028587888907/posts/default/2462458248373227282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecelia-throughmyeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-ready-for-saturday-night.html' title='Getting Ready for Saturday Night'/><author><name>Cecelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132398614175975739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09727219875230845986'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKYIKjh37Vk/SfyX8GNz_oI/AAAAAAAACCg/A1w2Eo2hNIo/s72-c/62+Girls+Getting+Ready+in+the+Dorm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>