Oh to be an artist!

I am far behind in writing my blogs. When I was a five year old way back in 1946 I used to love to draw and my mother ordered drawing books to sell in our shop.  We lived over and behind the shop in very cramped quarters.  I drew every day comics of the life of a sad little girl.   I was not really sad so I don't know why I chose this particular subject.

Once I was in second grade I started writing stories and illustrating them.  I was friends with a little boy named John Austen who liked writing and so we sat together at our dining table and wrote stories.  All mine were fairy tales about princesses etc.

  I continued my interest in drawing right through college but found when I was a teacher in my 20s my interest in young men and church activities took up most of my spare time.  The only art I did then was making posters for the church and a political party I belonged to.  Now I go to an art class at the local community college but they are threatening to close it down because of the terrible economy problems right now.