Snoopy, and the Red Baron…

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When I was eight years old, I sat at the 1971 Arborite kitchen table, gold flecks on white with a two inch chrome edging. The chair I sat on was red naugahyde  with chrome tubular legs. My knees bent, sitting on my feet for extra height. A small 12″ television sat on the back edge of the table against the wall and Spider Man was on. The antenna pulled out and tipped towards the dishwasher on wheels that you hooked up to the tap. All of this over a stylish green flat weave carpet.

My mom had asked me to write Nana and Uncle Kieth a nice note which we did monthly and this time, I decided to tell them a story about Charlie Brown, Snoopy, and the Red Baron. I loved Charlie brown and Snoopy. How the Red Baron got in there, I’m not entirely sure. I gave it to my mom and headed out to play. This is the last I saw of it for 20 years.

I guess my uncle saw something in this picture that most didn’t. He took and carefully mounted, framed and hung it on the wall of his study soon after he got it. I didn’t see it till I visited Vancouver when I was 28. You could imagine my shock and surprise. He said to me he knew at that moment, that I was destined to have a career based on being creative. That he could sense the raw creativity that was within me. This was just after I graduated from ACAD in Calgary and moved to Vancouver to start my new life as a photographer.

This picture stayed on his wall for the next 12 years until he passed away from cancer and this framed picture from deep in my past, was one of the gifts I received and cherished as a birthplace for this long  and rewarding journey.

Thank you Uncle Kieth, for having faith in me and recognizing something long before anyone else could even imagine where I would be so many years later. I love and miss you.

In case you can’t read it…

Snoopy and the Red Baron

one day snoopy was sleeping wene he heard a noise. he said oh good grief weare under attacc. man the machine gun

man everything, then snoopy with out taking off his

pajamas. ran to his plane, and took off then

he was air born. then not noing that he had

got 60 belets in his airplane, and smoke coming

out of the back. he ceped on shooting and boom,

he crashed, right in his own backyard. he

woke and said Help Help. charlei came running out what

the matter thenjiusdkd

snoopy

am dead

cb

good greaf.

[Help Help] [am dead]

[what the matter] [good greif]

Snoopy and the Red Baron