For almost a year I just lay around, sleeping most of the day and raising hell at night.  I was completely useless and wouldn't even try to help myself. All the while crying for someone to bring me a bottle and crapping in my drawers.  Never was a mother so glad to see a son begin to walk and learn to use the potty.

This getting old is gonna be hard. Poor Sheila has a lot to put up with. I came down stairs this morning and she asked "What do you have in your back pocket?" A handkerchief, I replied. she laughed and told me to look. When I had reached for a handkerchief, I mistakenly picked up a pair of drawers instead. Her new job is to check me out before I leave the house.

Block Head

My first carving on cedar, using the poor man's woodcarving vise.

BrackinMural

This is a mural in the town of Slocomb, Alabama, that I painted years ago.  It is on a 4'x10' mdo board.

Walter

I grew up in a small town with a war memorial on the town square.  I don't know if Walter ever did this, but had it crossed his mind he would have.

Crip Walker

This is a quick pencil study for a project I am beginning.  This is Crip Walker, a black man that helped raise my brothers and me back in the early fifties.  Lost my only photo of him, so this is from memory.

Poor Man's Wood Carving Vise

I saw this on you tube and wanted to try it.  It works well and frees up both hands.  To keep it from slipping you will need to groove the end of the tee with a grinder.