A Strange Thing Is Memory, And Hope;

Life Is What You Make It.

I Have Written My Life In Small Sketches, A Little Today, A Little Yesterday, As I Have Thought Of It, As I Remember All The Things From Childhood On Through The Years, Good Ones And Unpleasant Ones, That Is How They Come Out And That Is How We Have To Take Them.

Even Now / I Am Not Old. / I Never Think Of It, And Yet / I Am A Grandmother To Eleven Grandchildren.

I Like To Paint Something That Leads Me On And On Into The Unknown, Something That I Want To See Away On Beyond.

Memory Is A Painter. Paintin's Not Important. The Important Thing Is Keepin' Busy.