Everybody has a VW story in their lives, right? My best friend in high school had a candy-apple red one. Oh, my we had good times in that car. That's probably why I drive a red Beetle now. I love my bug and painted it once as kind of a self portrait.
This little yellow Beetle belonged to my friend, Nancy. Her mother brought it brand new in 1970 and drove it for the rest of her life. Then Nancy drove it until just this year when she passed it on to another family member. Lots of memories there... still there... only with a little painting on the wall instead of a little car (without good heat, air, or radio) in the driveway.
That's Nancy's story of the car, but let me tell you MY story of Nancy. 32 years ago, I was a 5 foot 0 inch, 105 pound, bright eyed 20 year old who thought I wanted to be a teacher. I was assigned to spend 9 weeks as a student teacher in her 4th grade classroom. On my very first day she said, "We've been reading this book, The B.F.G. Why don't you take over." That was my first time ever in front of a class of 4th graders... and I've been there... hmmm... (178 days x 31 years) ... my goodness... over 5,500 days since.
Over the course of time, we lost touch but then re-found each other when she saw and liked some of my paintings in a shop here in town.
Thank you, Nancy. Thank you for getting me started on this life of reading and writing with 10 year olds.
Original Oil Painting - 8"x 10"