there is this guy. He's crude and scary (don't think the granddaughters liked him very much) but I'm kind of sentimental about him. Way back in 1962, my brother took up oil painting. I guess he figured I might be able to paint so he gave me a book, the paints, and canvas and I proceeded to have a go at it. Actually, it was lots of fun and I was able to do it pretty well but just to copy things. No originality on my part at all. However, this old clown has been hanging around our home ever since. I think it was Hannah who really was afraid of it and I would take it down and stick it behind something when she came. (I'm sure one of them will correct me if I'm wrong). The smell of the oil paint and turpentine was something I liked. One other note, the old duck decoy underneath the painting is one that I thought was carved by my dad, who was an avid duckhunter and had many beautiful old decoys. Decoys are art in themselves. Dad's were sold a long time ago and I have always wished I had one of them. This little one though, I found out, is not one of his but was done by a neighbor kid who is a little older than I am. I think he used to hunt with Dad some. Something has gnawed the end of the bill off, but I like it anyway. The head is on a swivel screw so it can look forward or backward.