Gratitude and
15,000 Thank Yous Every Day
15,000 Thank Yous Every Day
In a world full of pain and fear, I have learned that being grateful for the tens of thousands of blessings the Lord sends every day keeps me bouyed to Him.
Dear Tito,
I spent most of yesterday sketching out a design for a 24x20 inch painting of ice skaters on McCarter Pond. That was the pond closest to my home when I was growing up in Fair Haven, NJ. It was a really fun afternoon. As I sketched I remembered so many of the times I spent skating there. There were picnics with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and hot cocoa in a thermos. There were games of Crack the Whip! Sometimes the pond was so crowded with skates that it seemed like the ice would just sink beneath us! The boys tried to stake out their claims of ice for hockey games and if the girls tried to skate through there would yelling and the waving of hockey sticks! I remember the time I was allowed to go to the pond at night. It seemed so much better than being there during the. day. It was all lit up and just seemed so strange and wonderful! And then there was the time I fell through ice! Talk about a 2 second heart attack! But I only went in up to my knees. My feet were SO COLD that they ached and I cried for half the walk home, until some kind lady picked me up in her car and drove me the last few blocks to my house. Then there was the time when we had a hard freeze one day and the temperature rose so high the next day that folks were ice skating in their T shirts! When we skated fast there were little wakes of water that our skates kicked up. The painting will packed with people and things to look for and look at. I'll paint it in acrylic paint and add depth with cool and warm oil paints. I'm really happy with the sketch. There’s a young couple kissing and an older couple skating and holding hands. There’s a little girl who’s lost her balance and her feet are flying up in the air. Then there’s the Crack the Whip line with a twist; the children face in and out alternately. The boys are playing hockey in the background, there’s a mom pushing her baby in a sled and a dog looking for his boy. I figure it’ll take me a couple of weeks to complete the painting and the I’ll start on a painting of the Fireman’s Fair. I can’t wait!
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Danielle
21/2/2023 12:19:47 pm
I can’t wait to see it! My one of two skating memories is there among many duck feeding adventures ‘neath the Willows.
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