Original Reg 350.00 Sale 249.00
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Original Reg 399.00 Sale 250.00
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Every year in the fall, Dad and men that lived on nearby farms grouped together to grind sugar cane. Men boiled the sweet liquid until it is brown and thick. Aunt Sukey and I wasted no time jaring the the syrup to last through the coming winter. Nothing tasted better than a nice piece of ham with biscut and syrup.
Durning cold winter mornings Dad droved us up the road to catch the school bus, and built a fire to keep us warm. That little red coat you see was the only new coat I remember getting as a child and it lasted until I out grew it and handed it down to my sister Lola Judy. And most mornings I sat on the stump and stare at the big white house across the road, hoping one day I would live in a house that nice.
Reg 249.00 Sale 149.00
As a kid living in the country in the old days, being out of school ment lots of summer fun on the farm. However, hard work in the fields was a certainty. During cotton picking season we worked from sun up until sun down. It was Dads only way of keeping our land and providing for his family. I hated working in cotton so much that I often spent quiet summer nights thinking about doing that same job over the next day, as you can see in this particular painting.
Original Reg 499.00 Sale 249.00
Print Reg 299.00 Sale 149.00
At a time when modern farm equipment was used in full force on most farms, we were plowing and clearing our land with mules. Dried corn stalks and other bushes were gathered, thrown into piles and burned. A few short weeks later, the fields were plowed and ready for the coming planting season. While still at an earlie age I helped prepare family meals. In this painting, I am extracting sweet potatoes from a straw lined hole in the ground and covered with more straw on top, and protected from the weather with pieces of tin roof to prevent rot. We called this way of preserving potatoes a sweet potatoe bank. Our evening meal in this painting will consist of sweet potatoes baked in our wood burning stove and collard greens. YUM YUM!!!!
Oh yes! Here I'm washing clothes out back of the house in the old cast iron wash pot. I'll never forget it as there's nothing like it when to cleaning clothes. Anyway, that's my uncle Fred, sleeping in the middle of the day. He had some sort of sleeping desease. If he went out to the field to pick cotton he wouldn be on his feet long. So it was okay that he couldn't do much around the farm.
Original Reg 299.00 Sale 199.00
Print Reg 199.00 Sale 149.00
The men here is hanging tobacco in the tobacco barn. The tobacco will remain hung in the barn about a week for ripping before taking it to market. While the men hang the crop, I continue stringing more leaves on a stick. We almost always had a watermelon cut and cooling under a shade tree for break time. Dad sure did grow some huge melons on the farm back in the day,...something you don't see today
Original Reg 299.00 Sale 199.00
Print Reg 350.00 Sale 150.00
Just as any one else, I've had many moments that I needed a quiet place to escape to for paryer and guidance.
In this piece, I felt the need to reach out to my Mom whom died when I was at age nine. The beach had always been a place for me to find the much needed tranqility and strength to make it through another day of uncerntainty.
Original 999.00 Sale 450.00
Print 350.00 Sale 199.00
It took me a long time to come up with my book cover. I knew it needed to depict life below the Mason Dixon and it absolutly had to reflect the manner and setting in which I grew up. Here I'm cleaning corn while Dad and my little sister Lola Judy bring home a bucket of Blackberries. On this beautiful spring day I cooked creamed corn and Blackberry Cobbler for dinner.
Original Reg 599.00 Sale. 299.00
Print Reg 350.00 Sale 199.00
I took great pleasure in doing this piece, as it shows just how work there was, and in many places, to be done before winter. The pecans need to be knocked from i trees, the leaves needed to be stripted from corn stalks to feed the mules during winter, The cane needed to be cooked into syrup and jared, dryed corn were shelled and taken to the mill and grinded into corm meal and much more. We just couldn't afford to go to the Grocery Store!
Original Reg 699.00 Sale 550.00
Print Reg 450.00 Sale 250.00
What can I say about the leaking roof! Not a whole lot I guest, except that it was a fact for most poor folk back in the day, for both black and white people.You simply hung your clothes where ever there was not a leak in the ceiling. We protected the beds and furniture as well. In almost any case it took every bucket we could find to keep the place semi dry. Most importantly, our leaky roof never dampen our spirit. look at us, as this piece show some of the ways we looked forward to rainy moments. The boys are playing marbles, I'm day dreaming on the foot of the bed, My uncle is sleeping as usual, and Lola Judy is catching rain drops and wetting up herself. My aunte sat in the rocking chair by the door keeping a eye on us all.
Prints Reg 699.00 Sale 250.00
My favorite time of the day,...quiting time! Before our cotton was Taken to the Cotton Gin, every handfull picked, was gathered and contained in heavy sheets and weighed, as Dad's profit depended on it's weight per pound.
Original Reg 600.00 Sale 299.00
Print Reg 399.00 Sale 149.00
I loved it when the men unpacked the tobacco barn, because on again it was time for Dad to get paid for all his,......or should I say, all our hard work. It amazed me to see all the many shades of brown that came from cured tobacco. I had no way of knowing this process made up the many brands and types of Cigars and cigarettes on the market then and now. Nontheless, I enjoyed un-stringing the huge golden leaves from the tobacco sticks.
Original Reg 500.00 Sale 299.00
Print Reg 399.00 Sale 199.00
Though my family sold the land I grew
up on, and probably back to it's original owners, I still miss it. Sure, we were poor, sut we still had that land. As far as I knew we were the only family that still farmed with horse and mules in south Georgia in the late sixties, and yes we lived like Little House On The Parie.
Secluded, and all our food werepretty much hand grown, while modern convencies and the world outside our own seem to elude us, but we were kids and didn't care. As long as we had food to eat and a few clothes to ware, we kept right on planting and raising meat the old fashion way. Here I'm doing one of my favorite chores,...feeding chickens, while my family is planting tobacco plants into the ground.
Prints Reg 499 Sale 149.00
I simply could not wait to start painting this piece, as I loved the cotton growth from the moment it's planted to the very day it's picked and driven to the Cotton Gin. I didn't like chopping cotton in the sun to much though, but I did it ocassionly as you can see in this colorful peice. Actually, I never liked working with it at any stage. I simply liked watching it grow from the tiny three inch plant to too and three feet high beautiful plants. Lots of days I wanted to break off the pretty yellow flowers and gring them into the house, but I had sense enough not to do that. Imagine what Dad would have done to me!. But in the end, there is nothing as beautiful as a cotton field in full blum, before it turn white.
Original Reg 500.00 Sale 399.00
Print Reg 399.00 Sale 199.00
Even on Saturdays we had catching up to do on the farm. In any case, we children made time to play. Also, I love being colorful and thought endulge myself in placing lots of different flowers and plants around the house. I hope you like it.
Three Stages Of Cotton Growth
Original Reg 550.00 Sale 350.00
Print Reg 450.00 Sale 199.00
Refreshment time! There was one thing about living in the country in the old days. The watermelons were much more red and sweeter than those you find in the supermarkets today. The one thing I remember about Aunt Lela was that she took pride in cooling off watermelons under a shade tree before calling us children in from our play and giving us a cool slice of the thick red fruit.
Original Reg 600.00 Sale 450.00
Print 399.00 Sale 199.00
Once again, my favorite time of day, the evening! In this work, I'm sitting on a stump staring out at the setting sun, .....wondering exactly what was beyond the skys. "Can my Mama's spirit be up there some where among the stars, I asked myself often? Oh how I missed her growing up as a young lady. My sister Lola Judy is carefully picking flowers as my dad and brothers wash up from a long day in the fields.
Original Reg 750.00 Sale 295.00
Print Reg 350.00 Sale 149.00
Gosh,....I hated getting my hair comb. I was tender headed and that pulling and tugging on my scalp hurted something terrible. I made any excuse to delay the process, but in the end Mama would grab me, pull me to a chair and demand that sat down and quit whinning while she comb the long thick head of hair I had. And Daddy, why he just took pleasure in watching Mama comb it. I'll never forget when he spank my behind when I cut it for the sake of waring an Arfro. Those were the days in the 70's! A girl had to have her Fro and big earrings.
Reg 950.00 Sale 495.00
Reg 450 Sale 299.00
After Mama died when I was nine, I started taking on the chores around the house. Doing so kept me busy and helped me adjust to her being in heaven. To this day I constantly do shores around my house. Once I have caught up on them, I look for creative things to endulge in.
At any rate, work in the fields was a certainty back then, which didn't always involve me..