Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Friday, March 3
FIFE
Paul took all the boys to Gettysburg not long ago. It was a big hit with P and H. They are still talking about it (this shows you how rarely we do anything!) Unfortunately, Henry was NOT a fan, and had several melt-downs which somewhat proscribed the tour. They did manage to stop in at the Gift Shop where H became the proud possessor of a fife. I have been surprised at the strength of his interest in it. Weeks after the Gettysburg visit, I still occasionally hear the reedy piping sound of H and his fife: a suburban faun.
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