tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498371790929841790.post6996624418478121693..comments2023-10-23T11:15:04.114-05:00Comments on Coffee With Clark: Fort Worth memories@okieprofhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16086009522200494002noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2498371790929841790.post-55243985392791524872009-12-04T09:43:40.986-06:002009-12-04T09:43:40.986-06:00I love recalling the "old days". It is ...I love recalling the "old days". It is amazing what we bring with us from our past. You have such rich and vivid memories illustrated here. My mother was an artist and, like your father, she painted Christmas scenes on the big picture windows that made up the front of our house. I would love to see the people of our small town line the sidewalk to watch her work. When the work was complete, there was always a few people out in front of the house admiring her paintings. I believe she used paint mixed with soap powder?? That I am not sure of. Anyway, I loved reading these remembrances - and am happy that, through your words, I relived a little of my Christmas past. Thank you!K.Lawson Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204234196229710524noreply@blogger.com