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Thanksiving, Kid Style

Our Thanksgivings have been a bit different the past few years. Our kids have gotten older and live out of state. This year, like last, we will be apart, and our celebration will be small and intimate...just me, the Hubs, his dad, and a friend. But I do have several tangible reminders of the kids. Each year, these creations come out with our small set of Thanksgiving decorations. They still bring a smile and memories of when our now-adult children were wide-eyed kids sitting around the dinner table, sharing their own unique perspective on the holiday. Two items that show this kids-eye view of Thanksgiving are a poem and a menu, created by our daughter Anne and son James, respectively. Anne wrote this poem about Thanksgiving when she was probably about 8-9 years old. It still cracks me up!   James, not to be outdone, decided to create menus for our Thanksgiving dinner one year. He must have been in about 2nd or 3rd grade, learning to spell big words! I always give kids a lot of...
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FAVORITE PHOTO

by Nancy Gilbride Casey


This favorite photo of many I have taken over the years comes with a special anecdote.

When our daughter Anne (then known as Annie), was preschool age, she dedicated great parts of each day drawing with markers, painting with watercolors, coloring in books. In summer, she drew with chalk on the sidewalk. 

Every gift-giving occasion was another opportunity to buy a new box of crayons or paints, and reams of paper, tablets large and small, and sheaves of manila and construction paper to feed her never-ending appetite to draw.

Her artwork covered our refrigerator, was sent on to grandparents, and hung on our office bulletin boards. 

Art was already ingrained into her little personality.

Each day Annie created literally a dozen or more creations, in a free flow of imagination, wild, exotic, and uniquely from her sometimes funny and observant perspective.

On the occasion of this photo, I captured her one morning, sitting at her little art easel, paintbrush in hand, engrossed in one of that day's many creations.

"Are you going to be an artist when you grow up, Annie?" I asked.

Without taking her eyes off her artwork, and without skipping a beat, she replied,

"But Mommy...I already AM an artist!"

To this day, I can't argue with that.

 

Until next time...
 
This post was inspired by Amy Johnson Crowe's 52 Ancestor in 52 Weeks Challenge. 

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