Friday, June 09, 2006


When littlest sister didn't need the big pram anymore, Dad and us used the wheels to build a sand yacht. We lashed it to the back of the car and towed it through the town to the West Sands where there was a long straight road that led to the town dump. It went better there than on the sand. Once, second sister fell off the front and the sand yacht passed right over her. We didn't notice until we heard a voice calling from behind. She was just a bit grazed.
(memory painting)

4 comments:

Julie Oakley said...

What a lovely illustration and story. Your dad sounds great.

Tami said...

What a great sketch and story!!!I can almost hear the gales of laughter once it was confirmed that "second sister" was okay. I wanna come play....

Sue said...

What a funny story! Poor baby sis'!

Anonymous said...

"Just a bit grazed"! I lost the skin from ankle to knee on both shins. I filled the bath with blood. And I have a name.
Hi sis