If I Hadn't Started Painting, I Would

Even Now / I Am Not Old. / I Never Think Of It, And Yet / I Am A Grandmother To Eleven Grandchildren.

A Strange Thing Is Memory, And Hope; One Looks Backward, And The Other Forward; One Is Of Today, The Other Of Tomorrow. Memory Is History Recorded In Our Brain, Memory Is A Painter, It Paints Pictures Of The Past And Of The Day.

I Look Out The Window Sometimes To Seek The Color Of The Shadows And The Different Greens In The Trees, But When I Get Ready To Paint I Just Close My Eyes And Imagine A Scene.

I'll Get An Inspiration And Start Painting; Then I'll Forget Everything, Everything Except How Things Used To Be And How To Paint It So People Will Know How We Used To Live.

If I Hadn't Started Painting, I Would Have Raised Chickens.