the artist in nyc

botz's drawing of enjah in manhattan at a cafe near MOMA, the year of the great move to NYC.

robyn reading

during one of our many journeys back home, i found a quiet moment to draw robyn reading.

bb's self portrait

here's a pen & ink drawing from the monroe st. times on christmas day, 1974.

robyn's drawing

robyn drew this of botz in 1973. beautiful shadows and light.

enjah's portrait of botz

here is a portion of the original painting by enjah of botz painted somewhere in the mid to late 1970's in portland. soon i will take a photo of this scrumptious painting and post it in it's entirety. the pinks below, presently unseen, are delicious.

Dream of Betsy

Many years ago, I dreamed of Betsy standing under a gingko tree, with the shadows of the leaves on her hair, dress and skin. I even did a painting, but I have no idea where it went (typical of me).

Mackinac Island family history

I have wanted to see Mackinac island. Our family linage, David Earle, Pvt and Martha Earle had a farm on the Island. On August 4 of 1814 there was a battle between the British and Americans on the Earley Farm (now the Wawashkamo Golf links) during the war of 1812.
David and Martha's son (our great great grandfather) Michael Earley married Mary O'Malley. My linage information states that Mary O'Malley may have been buried on the Island.
I invite anyone else to add more information.
Rob

Three Flashes from the Past

These images are consecutive in my sketchbook from 1977. I went to Green Bay to visit my children and parents, was there with Robyn and Botz, then we drove a "Drive-Away" car, a Mercedes Benz, out on I-90, through Madison, to Portland. My recollection is that on the way we climbed that Mound and saw those flares or whatever they were.

Strangely Coincidental

As this sign states, there was a huge forest fire in the area of Black River Falls in late April, 1977, just a few months before we climbed Bell Mound. Bell Mound itself is mentioned as having burned in just a few minutes. Click on the picture to read the sign. I still wonder what those flares/UFOs were.

Little Women

I read this particular copy of Little Women several times. It is still in existence because I cannot bear to throw it out. The binding is mended with cellophane tape!

The paper is yellow and crumbling, the cheap binding is falling apart. The words are still alive and priceless.

1988 at 918

Happy would-be birthday!

HAPPY B-DAY PAPA!

Dad's 100th Birthday

I dreamed I had died and was on the other side last night.
I'm going release Dad's ashes for his birthday in 2008 when he turns 100.

Otter Lake

http://www.pbase.com/trwtrw/the_quinlan_family

check this website out. Wonderful family photos!

FAMILY LABELS

Every family tends to label it's family members...this is how i remember it!!



Poet the Responsible One



S-----the Comedian








Enjah the Genius








Robyn the Artist







Botz the Dreamer

peggy's birthday

June 8th at 918 always meant birthday cake...and
chocolate covered peanuts, and frosted glasses of beer,
lots of laughs and sassy jokes,
a card game somewhere,
a hot temper somewhere else,
but mostly a lively bunch on this yearly return.
our mother was born in 1916.
cheers to Peggy!

The Golden Age of Popsicles

During the 50s, there were popsicles that no one tastes any more ... sadly. Popsicles were also joined two to a pack. You had to split them apart, leaving a jagged edge with a different texture from the ultra smooth outer surfaces.

If you are an ancient one, you may remember:
Rootbeer
Blueberry
Banana
Lime

Maybe you even remember other flavors I have forgotten. Now I go to get a package of popsicles and it is Orange, Grape, and Cherry. I guess those were the most popular flavors. Now they have Tropical flavors, too, but that is not rootbeer!

My Nature Abused

A broken branch
I grew
like a river split
in two

I reach back
hold that child,
shield that baby,
heal my baby-girl
who is me

One river
one tree
a woman grown

A Family Christmas 1963

Apparently Sherry took this picture with her Polaroid, because she is not in the photo at all, nor is Mom. I guess someone said something amusing, because Dad is laughing, and everyone else is smiling. I am not amused, but I no longer remember what was going on inside this pouting teenage girl.

Seated, from left to right:
Peter, Anne, Dillis, Ellen
Standing, from left to right:
Botz, Robyn, Dad

918 reborn 1965

Sure feels good to have this site come back to life.

yup, it's #4