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Sunday morning. An anniversary of sorts - I've been writing the blog for about three months now, and have certainly enjoyed the experience. Joe wanted to leave early for the cemetery in Pinedale to put flowers on his brother Jim's grave, so he cooked his own breakfast and is on his way. The dogs are sitting in the yard howling. Raven is learning how to sing instead of just bark. The Boulter family will be here about noon or one o'clock. John Boulter didn't call until yesterday, so I didn't do anything ahead for refreshments. But will make some cookies this morning and have lemonade. I'll have to do some housecleaning too. He said there are about 20 of them. Doesn't look like the visit will be rained out. I might write a little more later to tell you about the experience after they have been here. I'm back, it's 2:30, and the Boulter family left a little while ago. They did get here about noon, and there were 25 of them - lots of little kids. Basically I think there were four (maybe five?) brothers and their families. Their grand and great grandparents homesteaded here, and the family was visiting their roots. They looked around while I tried as best I could to describe where the original buildings were, and where the old one-room school was down by the gate. The kids of course were more interested in the horses and fed them bits of hand pulled grass and then I gave them small alfalfa cubes to give Bobbi and Nube. They marveled at the old well pump, the original outhouse and wagon, and the layout of the original ranch fields and buildings. They all visited the Art Show in the Barn, since it was up. We had cookies and lemonade. It was a lot of fun having them here. Joe laid under the truck the whole time.
Yesterday I looked up information to make our hotel reservation in Idaho Falls next week, ordered Joe's prescriptions from the VA, got more paperwork done, bills paid and made the deposit on a "booth space" for the Green River Rendezvous Street Art and Craft Fair. I have quite a lot of my matted and shrink wrapped prints to sell. Sally Hayward is going to share the space with me. She has jewelery she wants to sell. Sally is my friend Gina's sister and they live in Arizona in the winter and also have a house in Pinedale. Isn't the Internet great! That is how we have met, so in a few weeks we will meet in person. I know I like her already though. We may have been introduced once before. I had been procrastinating and may not have actually gotten the booth if Sally hadn't said she was interested too, as sitting on the street selling my wares isn't one of my favorite things. I got started with updating the print price list, divided the total prints into the total cost and came up with the cost each. Now have to figure out what each of the sizes will cost - my mathematically challenged left brain wants nothing to do with it, however it's necessary to make a little profit. The drawing for the Commander of the National Search and Rescue portrait is on the buckskin. I accomplished that yesterday and will let you know how it goes. Maybe we can do a series of photos on the blog as it progresses.
Interesting Turn of Events - This is the gallery where our WAOW show will be in next November. Chicago police are searching for a couple who walked into a private gallery and stole a 17th-century Rembrandt etching from the wall. The etching, called Adam and Eve, shows Adam holding out an apple to Eve in the Garden of Eden while a serpent looks on. The couple, described as middle-aged, spent about five minutes in the Hilligoss Gallery Sunday afternoon before disappearing. After they had left the gallery, the etching by Rembrandt van Rijn was discovered to be missing. Gallery owner Tom Hilligoss estimates the value of the etching at $60,000 US. He was selling the etching on consignment as part of an estate sale. The thieves, who had been seen before in the gallery, may have targeted the etching after finding a buyer, he said. "They went straight for it," Hilligoss said of the thieves, who were not caught on security cameras. With files from the Associated Press
Boulter Family Visits the Old Homestead
