The Old Ladies


I painted in faces of women I remembered as a child, Miss Dora Rilley and Miss Kitty Buchannan~sometimes people would ask me it that was them~

Today’s picture is one I painted in 1963. I found a photograph of two old ladies in an old National Geographic magazine. It only showed their faces and they seemed to be enjoying a little light hearted gossip. I asked  my mother to come and poise for the figures to go with the faces, I painted a book in one of their hands and it looked like they had gotten into some rather shady stuff, so decided change them to tea drinkers. Much better. This is a painting Dan bought from me so it “wouldn’t ever get away”.  He paid his usual $35. It was displayed in the Schleicher County Nursing Home for many years. Everyone seemed to like ‘The Old Ladies’. I painted a companion picture at the same time, I will be showing it later. It is in the same style as this one and I call it ‘The Storyteller’. Oh yes, and Dan bought that one too. After a lifetime of painting hundreds of pictures, the only ones I still have are those he bought. 

Mexican Children



this little boy was five years old and his name was Bebe Tomas, he was there with his three sisters

This is a little Mexican boy I painted in 1969. I saw him In Valles Mexico at Christmas time. He was with his family and was staying at the hotel across the road from the trailer park where we were staying. He told us he was “cinco anos”  and his name was “Bebe Tomas”.  

here he is with two of his sisters, the smallest girl slipped on the wet patio and bumped her head so she was taking a nap~

He had three sisters and his mother was expecting another baby soon~ His parents were visiting with their friends and sipping wine in the Cantina while the children played in the pool all day.  It was scary and made me uneasy, the smallest girl would jump in and swim underwater to the other side, bobbing up for air when she needed to. She was probably about two years old. She was like a little cork, I never saw anyone swim like that. I liked having the picture of the little boy, he was a beautiful child and probably lived a privileged life but I am not all that sure. He was watching Dan smoke his pipe, and he was fascinated by it,  he wanted to know if Dan smoked cigarettes too, and if he owned many horses~   “no and no”

Madam Alexander Baby Doll

what a sweet little baby doll, just the right size for a little girl to be a ‘mama’ to

I am showing you another Madam Alexander doll, this one has a story behind her. After Christmas in about 1968, I found a mangled baby doll in the street near Mother’s house. I am sure a dog had had a field day with it, the whole body was in shreds and only parts of it’s dress were left, but there was still a perfect little head and hands and feet. I thought it must have been a doll a little girl had received for Christmas. It was a Madam Alexander so it had been a fine doll. I knocked on doors, left notes and ran an ad in the paper. No one called me. I kept her for several months and then decided to try and restore her. I made her a new body, all soft and limber like a real baby. Then I made a sweet ecru eyelet dress and bonnet , petticoat and panties. Her feet were so cute, I didn’t bother with finding new shoes.  She has been to every tea party that has gone on around here since then, she has been rocked and well loved, but still looks brand new. Everything we have needs to be played with and enjoyed and not just put away for safe keeping. (all the time we still keep an eye out to protect them from harm).  These things take on a real life when they make memories along the way. I love this little doll. I love the little doll who played with her~ 

I always wondered where she came from and what the story was, I am happy to have found her though, she has been a treasure

Drawings and Sketches

I am not a sketch artist, I think people who are able to draw are born that way, not easy to learn otherwise.  
Painting is something anyone can learn, I never sketched on a canvas before I painted, I just drew circles where a tree would go or where a road run with whatever color I had on my brush. 
Drawing is a real challenge for me but for some reason I like to try.  Before computers, I would write my little sister Nancy ever few days and always draw a picture of a longhorn steer on the outside of the envelope.  
It was good practice and It got easier as time went on.  I am showing a few sketches I saved in a folder.   
I can  appreciate anyone who has the gift of drawing, I know it is hard for those of us who are not born with this special talent.   

Chocolate Chip Cookies

coffee and cookies or milk and cookies, either way, chocolate chip cookies are one of the all time favorites, easy to make and pure pleasure to eat~

Chocolate Chip Cookies are easy to make and most people love them. I borrowed this recipe from Elizabeth’s cooking site   ‘My Home Cooking’  check it out, some great recipes, and lots of detailed instructions. She built it as a school project eight years ago when she was fifteen and it has been running ever since. This is a simpler version of her cookies but the results are the same. Homemade cookies are great to take on a trip,  then all you need is to find a Starbucks~)

                                       Chocolate Chip Cookies
1 c Crisco shortening
1 stick real butter
1 1/4 c white sugar
1 14 c brown sugar
1 T vanilla
2 eggs
4 c flour
2 tsp soda
1 tsp salt
12 oz.pkg semisweet chocolate chips 
1 c toasted pecans, chopped coarsely*
Cream Crisco, butter and sugars together, beat until light and fluffy. Add vanilla, and eggs and beat again until completely mixed. In another bowl, combine flour, soda and salt until well mixed. Mixing at low speed, add the flour a few tablespoons at a time to the cookie dough, stopping several times to scrape down sides of bowl. Now you can add the chocolate chips and toasted pecans and stir well. (if you freeze the chocolate chips first, they will hold together in the cookies and won’t turn the cookie a brown color)
Using an ice cream scoop or table spoon, place dough onto an ungreased cookie sheet with room between  and bake in 350 degree oven for 12 to 15 minutes. Let cool on cookie sheet for 5 minutes, then remove with spatula onto a wire rack and cool completely. *to toast pecans, place on paper plate, microwave one minute, stir and microwave another 30 seconds, watch that they don’t scorch~

Jack-knife Drilling Rig

I painted several rigs, this one was near Sheffield in far West Texas

Today I have an oil painting of a jack-knife drilling rig. I painted several kinds of rigs, these seemed to be the most popular. I once painted a full-view indico, which had an open space between four legs on the tower. The standard drilling rigs were popular earlier (now are used mostly for off-shore drilling). They were built for each location, torn down and moved to another to be rebuilt. (in the early years, they were made of wood and left over the well after it was completed) The jack-knife just folded in half and carried to the next location on trucks. It was fast and worked out well.

From Sheffield Hill you can see how remote this location is, this rig was drilling with air, the dust blew for a mile

here are the huge air motors, this is a view from the top of the derrick, they were loud, when we went to visit, everyone wanted to drive off down the road where it was quite and have a picnic

Our friend Matt worked in the oilfields during the summer, between semesters at A&M, running the big motors ‘blowing air’.   Some rigs drill with mud and others drill with air.

huge and noisy, the  job was to keep the motors oiled and running, good work, good pay and a few  furnished a pickup

a great summer job, it was the best  in the oilfield~

this was hard work during hot weather, usually in a remote location, many of miles from home

It was not so dangerous a job as working as a roughneck on the floor or in the tower.

he had lots of visitors that day, all telling him about the time ‘they got hurt in the oilfield’. He soon recovered and ended up with a nice smooth face~

My daddy worked in the oilfields as a roughneck and was one of the lucky ones, he never lost a finger but was burned in a flash fire once. This is a picture of Daddy the day after the fire, he was only burned on his face, he was always careful to wear coveralls and gloves. He was quite proud of this picture, he said his hard hat saved his fine head of hair.

Fitness and Fun

there are stair climbers and treadmills, bicycles, and machines for upper body strength

One December morning it was wet and cold and I was getting my exercise, doing my usual jogging/walking down the road, not too bad until I turned around and started home facing the wind. There was a little sleet hitting my face and my hands were cold.  Before I got back home I decided I could go to the wellness center and sign up for a month or two and try that. It has been almost three years now. I can go do 45 minutes, the temperature is always perfect, the treadmill  does cross- country, hills and flats, I pick my speed  then there is a five minute cool down, all the while I can close my eyes and plan my day, it is perfect. 

This room is for weight training and the zumba dancing, they get pretty noisy in here~

They also have Zumba classes and I tried those a couple of times, even bought me one of those blingy things you tie around your hips. It was an hour of intense exercise~ the best part was the last five minutes when the lights went down low and we swayed to the sweet sound of Amazing Grace. Anyway, I didn’t feel too good the next day so I gave my blingie away and am happy with the treadmill. I will show some Zumba pictures in another blog later on. 

running hard, jogging, walking, you pick your speed.

This is more intense than the treadmill, it makes you huff and puff~


Cat Lady

this is Buttermilk, staying cool on the porch when it was so hot a few weeks ago.

Meet Buttermilk, she is a kitty that came up when she was a little thing and would not leave. I would see her out by the windmill and she would stay still so I wouldn’t notice her. (every time I walked by, I would tell her to Go Home!) Well, she liked it here and wasn’t afraid of me. 

she likes the little chair on the porch, I like her~she is a fine cat

She had kittens somewhere, I only got to know one. He was black and white, marked almost identically on each side, I named him Domino. 

Domino is a beautiful cat, he won’t let me hold him but he will let me touch his nose and that is our bonding each day~

I caught him in a live trap and took them both to have them fixed. Then they stayed on the screened porch for several weeks while they recovered and he got more tame.

here is Mamie cooling off in the bird bath, she is a sweet one.

I also have Mammie, the garage kitty who came up and had her kittens in the Model T. She was gentle to start with. When I found homes for her five babies, I had her fixed. Now I don’t need any more cats.

she is named Squaline because she has the loudest and scratchiest meow you can imagine. There is a black cat and a Siamese that come to eat with her now~

There are several in the pasture and I take food down to them, away from the house at 5:30 every day. This is Squaline, half her tail is gone, from something that happened before I knew her. She is a feisty little thing and will hiss and scratch me if I try to pet her, but she comes running toward the car when she sees me. Soon, I will catch her and get her fixed. Dan was the one who loved cats, I was strictly a dog lover. Cats liked him because he sat in the yard and smoked his cigar and they would stay in his lap. Since he has been gone, I have learned to love cats too, probably since I am responsible for them. I have gotten to really know them. They are beautiful animals, they come in all colors and designs. They can live to an age of 20 or more years.  

Old Fashioned Potato Soup

this is a satisfying meal, beautiful to look at and delicious, I use low fat milk and it is still creamy tasting~

This is a summer meal my mother fixed sometimes for supper. We all liked it, even Daddy enjoyed it although he was steak and potatoes man.  It made a pretty table with all the colorful vegetable. A sip of soup, a bite of radish, then a sip of soup and a bite of cheese~ on and on. The summer sausage was extra good with it.  I serve it every so often when the kids come on Sundays, it is easy to have after church since it can all be ready in advance, I just have to heat up the soup. The vegetable platter has pickled okra, black and green olives, cheese cubes, radishes, green onions, cherry tomatoes, green and colored peppers, carrots, and cucumbers. You can just put together any vegetables you like. I also serve it with little whole grain crackers. Don’t forget to ask the blessing, we all have so much to be thankful for. 

Irish Potato Soup
3 T real butter
1/2 c chopped onion
6 medium potatoes, peeled and cubed
1 1/2 c water
2 tsp salt
2 1/2 c hot milk
1/2 c cold milk
1 egg yolk
crisp fried bacon and cilantro for garish
Melt butter in heavy pan, add onions and cook a few minutes
until tender. Add potatoes, water and salt, cover with lid and 
cook just until tender. (Take out 1 cup of the cooked potatoes
and save to add to the soup before serving). Mash the rest of the potatoes in the liquid, add hot milk and stir well. Combine half cup of
cold milk and beaten egg yolk, mix well, and slowly add to the warm soup,stirring constantly. Reheat soup but don’t let it boil. (at this point add  the cup of potatoes that you saved back) Pour into bowls,
top with crisp bacon, course ground pepper and a sprig of
cilantro. This recipe makes 6 or 8 servings~

West Texas Sky

I love clouds and I love stars. Since we have clear skies at night, the stars are always out, it is one thing that has never changed in all my life.

We had a nice rain last week, it is clear today and feeling like fall. I have a busy weekend so this is the blog for today, either this or another doll story~this may be what is known as “coasting”. Anyway, we are happy for the cool rainy weather. Thank you for checking out my blog~

Barns and Snakes

this scene was just right for painting, I didn’t have to change a thing in the one I painted.

I have several beautiful photographs of old barns in West Virginia to show you today. Every one would make a good subject for a painting. All of these barns look like they have been here forever. You wonder how they survived termites and weather.  Barns immediately remind me of snakes, there are many varieties in this area but only two are venomous  and dangerous to humans, the Timber Rattlesnake and  the Northern Copperhead. I couldn’t believe the green pastures. everything was lush with vegetation, a refreshing sight. Just a beautiful part of the country. Here in West Texas, a barn is a perfect place for rattlesnakes, some barns are out on remote ranches and no one goes around them for months at a time, so there is nothing to disturbed the snakes. We could almost always find one at Hulldale. It is interesting to look in a barn, there is a feel to them, especially an old one, a little scary too~

this barn had a lot of interesting fences and lush pasture around it, it was another big one. The countryside in West Virginia had lots of barn, most of them were old.

a barn built on the side of a hill, you wonder how they got it level

this was an interesting old gate, it looks like the path had washed away, there is a small barn up there somewhere.

this one is in good shape, it is a little different from most of them and  it was huge

this barn needed a little work


Angelo State University Folk Festival


this is a special photograph for me, sitting behind me were my mother Elizabeth Elder and my little cousin Carroll Morgan, both flew away to heaven within a year~

I was invited to exhibit and demonstrate oil painting at the ASU Folk Festival in February of 1973. I met a lot of people and also saw many familiar faces. I liked the demonstrations, everyone was happy and full of chatter, they enjoyed watching and many of them were also painters. I had my miniature covered wagon and all the little rooms on display so if anyone wasn’t interested in painting, they liked to look at the little things. The famous wood carver, Gene Zesch was also exhibiting his wonderful carvings, he carves old cowboys and anything to do with ranch life, with much skill and unbelievable humor.  I was in good company that day, it is a sweet memory for me~