Blog Post # 16
|“Harmony” by Bessie Pease Gutman|
Years passed. School days flew by. One by one, I discarded some of my former career choices, relegating them to mere hobbies and interests—even disinterests. I zeroed in on an artistic target. This made sense, and felt right since almost every waking moment of my youth and young adulthood was spent with a pencil in hand. Drawing was akin to breathing—an almost involuntary reflex of life.
|“A Girl Writing” by Henriette Brown|
|Teaching a cartooning class|
|My granddaughter visited our class as Laura Ingalls|
|Wall in our classroom|
|Adjacent schoolroom wall|