|Dad's art surrounded us, including our beds|
can't remember my Dad not painting or drawing, but time has erased m
ost specific memories, and I'm thankful for black and white photos from the old family albums. As I get older I'm more thankful for them, and also realize that Father's day is also about your siblings. My brother Jerry and I are six years apart, and we've grown closer as the years go by, in spite of geographic distance. Our parents are long gone, but we have Dad, and Mom, together. I think there needs to be a Brother's Day.
've misplaced a couple of photos that are important to me...my Dad looking through the hospital window at me, and one of Jerry and I doing dishes. I don't know that Dad was a very good Dad, when it comes down to it, though we were well provided fort...he was very selfish, temperamental, a consumed artist. There were no excuses. People would just say, "Oh, he's an artist." Now as a father, I hope I've been a better father, and I've tried to be, and will be more remembered fondly by my children. I do know that genes run deep, and I've helped impart the same spirit of independence and backbone I earned from Dad, and Mom. The main lesson I would pass on to fathers is, "You have no more important job than being a father."
|A rare photo of my Mother and her Dad|
|When the world was young, in Dallas|
|Favorite pix of two brothers|
|At the cabin in the Manzanos|
|We had fun|
|Art was part of our lives|
|Clarks--Erle Thweatt, Terrence Miller, Terry Michael|
|Dad, Jerry and I at his college graduation at LCC|
|Coming full circle, Dad and Vance Conrad Clark, at Whitesboro, Tex., a long time ago.|
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