I have been feeling very nostalgic lately. Not sure what is going on there. I find myself sighing several times a day remembering some scene from the past. Lots of golden light on all of those scenes,even though many of them may not have actually been so great.
One of them is the memory of going to Noland and Decoto’s air field. My dad was a charter pilot when I was very small. And we would drive down there to pick him up to come home after one of his flights. I remember the smell of grass growing in the hot desert sun. And the sound of the sprinklers. I remember the small single engine air planes parked in rows with triangular blocks behind their wheels so they would not roll away. I remember the naugahyde sofa in the lounge. It was red and white sparkles. I loved sparkles as a little girl, and I loved that sofa. We would be told to go into the lounge and sit quietly while we waited for my dad to finish up his business so we could leave. And if it was really hot outside, which it often was in the Yakima valley, the back of my legs got sweaty and would stick to that sparkly red Naugahyde. It seemed like hours, and hours of time spent waiting in that room. It was probably a half an hour or so. There was an old fashioned soda machine in the corner. The kind that dispenses glass bottles of pop. If we were really good and quiet, my parents would let us get one. I always got a cherry coke. I got it because loved the color more than the flavor.
Recently I have been on an old car kick. I am in the middle of a painting, that is an old barn with a classic car in front of it. Moonlight and glowing lights. And the thing is, I think there will be more of these classic car pieces. And maybe an old soda machine thrown in there for good measure.
I am almost finished with it, and I am looking forward to sharing it with you.
