At my grandparents’ cottage on Lake Erie, Nana helps me write O after careful O between the blue lines of a newsprint tablet. This is the Palmer Method, the way one guides midcentury five-year-olds on the glide path to cursive. Outside on the circular drive teenage Maxine in her Coke-bottle glasses rides around and around on her motorbike all day long. She’s slow, they say. I lay my head on the Formica tabletop and listen for the waves. The room smells of damp and Camay.
Love this midcentury world through a child’s eye...so not midcentury modern.
Just love this. Again, thank you for using my painting as inspiration. These little snapshots are so wonderful. 🥰