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Happy, birthday baby, one-year-old.

Marks first birthday, oh how good it is to have my very own cake.  what a wonderful bundle of love and joy our first child is. Bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh. Our joy and delight.

This child never walked, he ran, so full of the joy of life. He would run into the doorway leading the way from the living room into the kitchen, often had two or three small bruises on his forehead. I was nineteen years old and was actually worried he could suffer brain damage from doing that. How silly was that?

He was a great help with my Betty Crocker cookbook, actually not helpful at all. I discovered him sitting and tearing the index pages out of the book. I love and cherish that book so much more than I would have, had never touched it.

Patricia

#5 Portrait’s of my anstor’s

I HAVE ADDED A SANDY AREA. THESE JUST HAPPEN IN NEW MEXICO. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN MISSING in this painting.

WE HAD ONE IN A TURN AROUND AREA TO THE LEFT OF THE HOMESTEADERS SHACK WE LIVED IN. I SPENT MANY HAPPY HOURS PLAYING THERE. IT’S WHERE I HAD MY RANCH. I WOULD SPEND HOURS SCORCHING THE HOME AREA, GULLY’S, HUGE COTTONWOOD TREE’S LOOKING FOR HORSE’S. THEY HAD TO BE JUST THE RIGHT STICK WHICH COULD BE ONE OF MY HORSE’S.

I THINK THE CONTRAST OF SAND AND ROCK MAKES THE PAINTING WORK. IT JUST ADD’S ANOTHER DIMENSION OF DEPTH. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I AM LEANING ON THAT HOLY SPIRIT WHICH GUIDES AND UNCTION’S ME.

NOW FOR THE CHANGING OF THE ROCKS. AGAIN I DO WANT MORE CONTRAST SO THEY ARE NOT ALL RED ROCK. ALSO, THE SMALL ROCK’S WHICH WERE HERE ARE GONE, THE LARGER ROCK’S AGAIN GIVING THE PAINTING A BETTER PERSPECTIVE.

PATRICIA

MOVED TO CALIFORNIA

I HAD JUST CELEBRATED MY 40TH BIRTHDAY, BACK IN NEW MEXICO, WHEN WE MOVED TO CALIFORNIA.  THIS WAS TAKEN, DOWN ON A BEACH.

I HAD LEFT MY HUSBAND AND MADE PLANS TO MOVE TO LUBBOCK TEXAS. A FRIEND TALKED ME INTO GOING BACK TO MY HUSBAND, DUFUS. HE WAS TRANSFERED TO CALIFORNIA. HE NEVER STAYED IN ANY PLACE VERY LONG BEFORE BEING TRANSFERED OUT.

BEFORE LONG HE WAS ASK TO TRANSFER TO WYOMING. I FLEW OUT TO SEE THE PLACE. IT WAS A COLD WINTER DAY AND I COULD NOT SEE MOVING TO SUCH A CLIMATE. SHORTLY AFTERWARD HE WAS RELIEVED OF HIS JOB.

HE HAD PLENTY OF MONEY TO LIVE ON AND WE BOTH STUDIED AND PASSED THE REALESTATE LICENSE TEST AND BECAME “REALTORS”. WHAT A GAS.

WE HAD MEET AND MADE A FRIEND, ALSO STUDYING FOR THE REALTORS TEST, SHARON. NOW SHE WAS A REAL HOOT. HER TERMS OF EXPERSON WERE SO OLD FASHIONED AND PITHY. SHE SHOULD HAVE A BLOG, YOU WOULD LOVE IT!

I HAVE TO KEEP SAVING THIS, SOMEONE IS MESSING WITH MY WRITING IT, GUESS WHO!!!     HE HACKED INTO MY WEB A FEW WEEKS AGO.

HE’S OLD AND RETIRED AND SINCE IN HIS MIND I AM STILL  “HIS PROPERTY”  ALL HE HAS TO DO NOW IS MESS WITH ME. ALL THOSE YEARS AGO AFTER HE PAID $3.00 FOR A MARRIAGE LICENSE, HE TURNED TO ME AND SAID “I OWN YOU NOW”.       DUH,  I SHOULD HAVE TURNED AND RAN SCREAMING FOR MY LIFE.

MY LIFE IS WONDERFUL NOW! I HAVE BEEN MARRIED TO MICHAEL FOR 18 YEARS. HE HAS A GREAT SENSE OF HUMOR. THAT REALLY IS A CONTRAST TO BEING MARRIED TO A “PERSON” WITH NOOOOOO SENSE OF HUMOR.

STOP MESSING WITH ME AND I WILL NOT MESS WITH YOU! OTHERWISE I WILL TALK TO YOU ON LINE ABOUT WHAT YOU DID TO COLEEN. SHE ONLY TOLD ME YOU HAD PUT YOUR HANDS ON HER. SHE TOLD ME THE REST OF IT NINE YEARS AGO. DO YOU REALLY WANT TO HAVE THAT CONVERSATION?

PATRICIA

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S.W. Dream scene

4ANOTHER OF MY SOUTHWESTERN PLATEAU’S AND GLORIOUS SKY’S.

I DEEPLY ENJOY THE LANDSCAPES OF THE SOUTHWESTERN UNITED STATES. I LIVED IN NEW MEXICO AND HAVE TRAVELED ALL OF THE FOUR CORNERS STATES. THIS IS AN AREA YOU CAN STAND IN ONE SPOT WHERE FOUR STATES MEET. THOSE ARE ARIZONA, NEW MEXICO, UTAH AND COLORADO.

ACRYLIC ON CANVAS        20″ X 16″

PATRICIA BOHANNON

S.W. Dream scenes

ANOTHER OF MY SOUTHWESTERN PLATEAU’S AND GLORIOUS SKY’S.

I DEEPLY ENJOY THE LANDSCAPES OF THE SOUTHWESTERN UNITED STATES. I LIVED IN NEW MEXICO AND HAVE TRAVELED ALL OF THE FOUR CORNERS STATES. THIS IS AN AREA YOU CAN STAND IN ONE SPOT WHERE FOUR STATES MEET. THOSE ARE ARIZONA, NEW MEXICO, UTAH AND COLORADO.

PATRICIA BOHANNON

Aunt Ruth, Charles sister

This would have been in the 1920s. Everyone told me that I looked just like my aunt Ruth and I must have. She had married T.G. Rose. Everyone called him TG.

When our school Porter, consolidated and we went to San Jon to school so did some school up on the caprock, a boy by the name of Stanley frost was also new there. I was a freshman and he was a grade behind me. (he later became a judge). I would not date him, he was too young. Ha, here I am now married to a much younger man. He went home and told his mom he saw a girl in school who just like his aunt Ruth, (my aunt Ruth).

Check out that dress. How cool is that?

They started out just like all of Charles and his siblings, borrowing money from the bank, buying a farm, indebted to the bank, like everyone else did. It wasn’t easy making a go of it. Most made it a few didn’t. Maybe more than a few. How would I know?

Someday I will tell of T.G. & Aunt Ruth’s immense success & riches and of T.G.’s murder. Not a happy story, Money alone does not bring happiness or peace.

Patricia

 

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Surreal dream scene

My dream scene are my very own style of painting my beloved Southwestern landscapes. I have painted many actual southwestern landscapes and these dream scenes came about as I pray, play great rock & roll, gospel music that moves, and & I move to the music as I paint. (How did I just change my script?)

I love this style of painting as I think many artist also do.

Patricia

Ebony’s Christmas tree

How that little schnauzer loved

Christmas and checking her gifts that were under the tree. I have a photograph of her looking for her present from Coleen while standing on another wrapped gift. Oh how she loved to hide and have us hunt for her, an hour or longer was not two long for her to wait for us to notice that she was missing. We would call her and look and look, the longer we had to search the happier she was. Sometimes it took a very long time.

Patricia

Graduation 1959

Frances had photos for all three of us kids at Balls studio in Tucumcari New Mexico. At the time this was made the studio had won awards at the national thing they do. usually its really old men who won the nationals but this took the award for best whatever.

I only remember thinking how unfair it was that this was displayed in the window of their studio and she could not afford to pay for them and get one yet, and why did this win a national prize when there were so many beautiful Tucumcari beautiful senior girls photos. Well, that’s a kid for you. It is not the person in the photo, but the expertise with the photograph that wins awards.

Frances worked so hard, she stocked groceries, order the goods for the store, clerked , did everything, sometimes ten hours a day. Bless her heart

Patricia

Charles & Frances, me, Uncle Elmer & Aunt Hatti

Oh, My goodness! Just look at my mama! She had style and panache, coming out the gate!

It looks like I had riding britches on. Well, I guess the sheriff had not shot my horse yet. That is in reference to a song in the 1950’s. Of course it was the neighbor boys who shot our horse.

As a teenager I worked after school in a restaurant right down the street from Lenorad  Heards grocery store where Frances worked. A distant cousin of the Jacksons ran it. What was her name? Edith, that was her, I think.

Anyway this cowboy from a ranch over in Logan, New Mexico came and he told the most hilarious story about getting drunk, then arrested in Amerillo Texas (just 90 miles east of San Jon where we were.

A policeman or sheriff was directing traffic and things got away from and he hit the payment, at which time his gun shot out of his holster, and our drunk cowboy could not stop himself, as he said, “Shoot low sheriff, she’s riding a Shetland”.  Thus the arrest.

Beautiful daughter, Coleen home from L.C.C. I used to buy her clothes till’ she married that Texas kid from El Paso Here she’s all gussied up in an outfit she & I had fun shopping for my darling daughter. Texas Now she’s just another Texan moved to Minnesota. How I miss her. So many good memories.

Oh my, we had so much fun shopping usually at Anthony’s department store in Farmington New Mexico.

There was the summer we were shopping and fitting on clothes in Anthony’s, we had both worn our little tan overalls. we had two or three pair of that style each. One of that style was so cute that we traded them back and forth each time we flew out to see each other.

Back to my story. We had one new pair that the suspenders latched opposite from the rest and when we went to leave we could not get them to stay hooked. We always laughed a lot. We got so tickled, when they kept falling down we could not get it right for love nor money.

The store was at a lull, we were the only customers in the store. A clerk was nearby and kept asking if we needed help. She probably just wanted to know what could possibly be so funny.

We finally got it together, so that we could leave.

Patricia

Creation

I really like the Chinese style of their brush strokes, I enjoy painting abstracts, I never know what I will come up with until the creation begains to take shape, then I have my design to go wherever I desire to take it. I incorporated some of the Chinese style brush strokes into this painting.  This painting now hangs in Michaels and my bedroom.

Patricia

Visiting the farm in 1962

Nedra so loved her nephew, Mark, and nieces Debra & Dorenda. They loved Aunt Kay as well. She had all three dancing with her in her bedroom. Mark is really getting with it snapping his fingers like Aunt Kay (Nedra being too hard to pronounce). There she is. My beautiful sister.

The curtains I had bought the fabric and Frances made the curtains. She could do anything and everything on her German-made Phaff sewing machine. No little Singer sewing machine for her, she bought the best and even working long hours at Lenord Heard’s grocery store in San Jon New Mexico, she still found time to make special clothes for Nedra and I. Bless her heart.

Patricia