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  • This drawing is possibly my earliest art work (that survived). My folks had a few chickens living in the back yard when I was very young. I love to think about them and the care my grandpa provided lots of love and care to these little creatures. But, of course they gave us food too eggs daily and a few times a month a sunday dinner! The killing of these birds left very different images in my sisters memory and mine.

    I do recall the headless running after the ace feel ... but it did not upset me. Sister Sandy still tells me how upsetting this all was to her.

    One thing for sure, we both loved visiting Grandpa Dent Tippett (our dads father) who lived in a small rusty trailer in the back yard. A afternoon for us two girls would also include a visit to our Mama's mother - Grandma Clara Maude Leach, she had a small room attached to the garage behind our little home.

    When I see this drawing I can recall those few years from age 2 to 5 that we lived in a family community - a block from main Street and across the street for our church.
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