5 Year Old Britt: "Let's go fishing using sticks and leaves"
Grandpa: "Okay let's get our bucket and go to the back yard"
My memories of my grandfather are some of the most cherished moments I possess of my childhood. I didn't realize it then but my grandfather nourished not only creativity as a child but my imagination. Although he was an adult he possessed a child-like spirit. Whenever I went to my paternal grandparents' house I had the best of both worlds. My grandmother was the average Texas southern baptist who dressed to perfection. Feathers, pearls, and hot pink were some of Vera's favorite things. When my grandmother was around I had a strict schedule.
7:00 AM- My mother dropped me off where I would sleep until 8:00 AM
9:00 AM- Breakfast time in the kitchen with my grandfather
Grandpa: "What's your order today Britt?"
Me: "I would like my eggs sunny side up with my bacon crispy but burnt a-little with toast and black coffee"
Grandpa: "you got it"!
11:00 AM- I would sneak into my grandmother's jewelry box and try on her pearls
12:00 PM- 1:00 PM My grandpa would sneak me out of the house to play outside with my cat Dina
1:00 PM- Nap time FOR EVERYONE!
2:00 PM- 2:30 PM Teatime with grandma
2: 30 PM- 3:15 PM Cartoons on UPN with grandpa
3:15 PM- My father came to pick me up to go home
My grandmother taught me about the beauty in jewelry, etiquette values, and how to be refined in society. While my grandfather taught me how to see the humor in life and how to escape from reality. I was allowed to be a child as a child should be and for that, I am forever grateful. My grandfather taught me how to possess a childlike spirit into adulthood that continues to fuel my creativity. My mind is where I live and where I see them both. "Bennington Ave" will be the second artwork in the "Home Sweet Home" series dedicated to my grandparents. Within the artwork lies their home as I remember it from my childhood. Their house was white with grass green trim and an enclosed verandah. In front of the verandah lies a botanical garden behind a bench. Although their house is gone and stands as a vacant lot engulfed by grass their house stands the test of time engraved in my mind. My hope now from this moment on viewing "Bennington Ave" bring you, the viewer the same magnitude of joy I experienced in this white green trim house with the magical garden.