I have been off and on talking to my mom on the phone tonight. Sadly I live 9 hours away from her. I am working on the illustrations for my first book which is based on stories that my grandmother would share with me about her children. I am asking mom about the house she grew up in and I am learning so much about her childhood. For some reason I found myself getting teary eyed as I drew the screen door of the kitchen and while looking up what the Gene Autry lunch box looked like. Hearing mom talk about her mother and how she would iron the tablecloths with liquid starch and how her dad worked so hard to provide for them makes me think how different things were back then.
I have so many stories to share and my fingers cannot type fast enough and there is not enough time in the day.
Until next time...
