Life Is What You Make It.

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

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

A Strange Thing Is Memory, And Hope; One Looks Backward, And The Other Forward; One Is Of Today, The Other Of Tomorrow. Memory Is History Recorded In Our Brain, Memory Is A Painter, It Paints Pictures Of The Past And Of The Day.

I Paint From The Top Down. From The Sky, Then The Mountains, Then The Hills, Then The Houses, Then The Cattle, And Then The People.

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.