photo booth dream book

here's a flash from the past...

O'Muireadhaigh-O'Flaithfhileadh

our very own hyphenated name.

Sisters: charcoal rendition of photo booth picture

Gangsta & the Nun

Botz in 1977

I believe this is the photo I worked from to do the painting below. According to the note in my scrapbook, it is from the summer of 1977. Botz looks her beatiful, intense self, with her halo of hair surrounded by the lovely soft white of the bathroom curtains. MMMMMM...

summer's end

dear 918 sisters...

here is the end of summer and another turn of the wheel. autumn often meant sadness for mom, with the end of visitors and family reunions and the busyness and commotion of family. back-to-school days for her children and up came the memories of deep depression, and loneliness, the harsh wisconsin winters ahead...the party is over...big sigh.

for dad i think it was a deeply rewarding time, the end of busyness and the coming of quiet, going inward, pulling out the old sweaters and rakes and cherry blend tobacco and pipe. i remember him smiling to the skies in the back yard with his red knit sweater on and the sweet smell from the pipe blending with the autumn leaves and fresh air is with me in the fall.

well, 918, i might not be able to participate as fully for a couple of months because the computer will not be as available to me, but i have to say what a pleasure it has been to read your posts and see your pictures...immensely enjoyable. i wish poet would share more of her wonderful self in this blog, and i wish S enjoyed being a part of this but...all is perfect in the way of it...as is.

this is a painting of enjah's of botz in 1975 when i joined her in portland. beautiful isn't it?

love, b

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