Granddaddy

There are some of you who might be very tired of hearing about Pobs (granddaddy). if you are tired of it, then don't trouble yourselves to read about him.

Pobs helped me love art, he was always there coaching from the side lines. And when he died so did my desire to be an art major. I wanted to give it up, never to touch another pencil or painbrush again. But I knew deep down inside that granddaddy would never have wanted me to give up my art simply because he wasn't around to see it or to have "art talk" during our visits.

This semester was very tough, there was change with being back in school, change in the aftermath of my dad's accident, and unbearible change when granddaddy died. Inside part of me died too. Everyday I was constantly reminded of granddaddy, whether it was spanish class or art class, I was remined of him. It got overwhelming, so I just stopped. I didn't touch my drawing assignment for a good 2 weeks, I didn't care about my inclass painting assignment, I stopped painting outside of class...It wasn't until InTents at southern when I finally let myself think about it and most importantly give it to God.

I still cry when I think about him, I still have a hard time when working on some art projects or when I am trying to find a good deal on canvas or paint brushes.. but I am trying hard to do my best in school, trying to become better at all the areas in art that he was so good at (and the areas that he was good at are the ones which drive me crazy, I have never really liked still lifes or farm senes...I always liked the ones he painted, but please don't make me do them!) But when I finally let myself, I did learn a lot in my painting class, everyday when I would walk into my appartment after class, Kristin would want to see what I had done, then she would show it off to anyone and everyone who came into our apartment...she was so cute.

I always loved Granddaddy's cartoons, when he came up with a good idea he would draw on whatever he had on hand, including a napkin. This is one area in which I know that I will never be able to do well in, every cartoon he ever drew was funny, and there are a lot of them...I found

some the other day when I was looking through some things in his study. Of course I started crying, but I was also laughing, with every comic that I found I would say to myself "typical granddaddy." This comic is one of the last ones that he drew, I found it rather funny.

This is a video that Felicia took last year, it was the only recent video that I could find of granddaddy...it does go on for a little bit, with different people coming in and out...but it is the beginning that reminds me so much of granddaddy's character...Felicia in true Ford fashion shoves the camera in granddaddy's face and declared "Say something AMAZING!"