This chickadee painting, done several years ago, is a tribute to my parents. If you look at the closeup at the end, I collaged in events they enjoyed from their weekly calendar. Rummikube. Never missed that with good friends. Wii bowling; precious memories of all those times we had together with them beating our pants off. Bingo; man, that game bores the crazy out of me, but they loved it.
were in the Teeny Weeny Theater group too, and put on hilarious plays! The plays would begin like this:
“Well, we’re too old to remember our lines, so we’re going to read them.”
“We’re too old to act and move around a lot, so we’re going to sit in our chairs to do this.”
“We can’t hear very well, so you guys are going to have to be really quiet so we can hear each other’s lines,”
“We can’t speak very loudly anymore, so we’re going to pass these microphones around...”
The comedy was always a delight, and dad, of course, was the star of every show. I remember one show where all the widows were after him and he liked them all.
And of course, the black capped chickadee, my dad’s favorite. They instilled a love of birds in me, with their feeders and field guides. Right now, Gary and I are sitting outside celebrating the fact that we just saw a hummingbird and a woodpecker. So many good memories. All wrapped up in one little painting.
Mom and Dad, I loved you well. I don’t know how you did it, but you loved me through all those unloveable times. Today, I am thankful.
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