Conversations... with Dad: Relay For Life

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Relay For Life

This year my fundraising efforts for American Cancer Society, Relay for Life have been going pretty slow. Poorly, I might add. I am down to my last few days...about 2 weeks. So, hopefully I can encourage you to donate to my page by sweetening the pot. Here's what I'm offering:

For everyone who contributes at least $20 you get the chance of winning one of my handcrafted dolls. I'll pay the postage and will post the winner here. You get to select the doll of your choice. (I may even give away both of these dolls. The dolls are pictured below. They're not professional pics but I think they are a fair representation.
For everyone who contributes at least $10 you get a chance to win a package of handcrafted cards. 10 cards with envelopes and I'll pay the postage. Original photographs and artwork...samples below.

So, all you have to do is go to my Relay for Life page and make a contribution to the American Cancer Society. On or about June 12th, I will post a picture from the Relay as well as the winners. I'll send out your "rewards" the following week.

I hope this encourages you to help me out. I'd like to reach my goal of $750. Thanks, folks.

Doll #1...Moon Child

Doll #2...Mermaid (I'll post better pics of doll #2 My Mermaid in a couple of days when I get a chance to take some pics of her.)

Cards will include the following images:

In order to make a donation just go to my page at American Cancer Society. Just click on the link below and it will take you there.

My Relay for Life Page

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My father died in 2003, 6 months after my mother. After his death, one of the things I missed most was our conversations. So I started this blog. We would sit at the kitchen table or on the front porch and have these long, philosophical conversations about the state of everything. Then we would solve all of the world's problems over a cigarette and a cup of coffee. One of the warmest memories I have was of him sitting on the front porch talking to me while I painted around him. It was the beginning of summer and he was commenting on how he wished he could pick up a brush and help. He often would read something from the paper and then voice his righteous indignation. It would end with a "It's a damn shame!" or "They must think we're stupid." I miss that. I miss the bond we shared around joint perspectives. And I miss the knowledge that could only come from one seasoned with so many life experiences, especially now that I have come to the point in my life that I know the real important questions to ask. I am 60 years old, and came of age during the '60s. I'm a proud boomer. I remember when poets poeted

Writers wrote... Actors acted out, Painters created art from everything and anything that remained still long enough to be painted

and there was truly civil disobedience at the very thought of someone taking away any of our freedoms.

And the world began to shift... A little. Well, I took a rest. And it must have been a long rest. I feel like Rip Van Winkle. Anyway, by the time I REALLY woke up things were shifting back. Way back. And right now, I gotta say I'm feeling like it's gonna take more thin I got to turn this around. And my dad's not here to share my anger, to talk about our outrage, and to answer my questions. So here is where I can have the conversations I would have with him if he were still here and we could share a cigarette and a cup of coffee on his front porch.