Memory Is A Painter. Paintin's

I Like To Paint Something That Leads Me On And On Into The Unknown, Something That I Want To See Away On Beyond.

A Strange Thing Is Memory, And Hope; One Looks Backward, And The Other Forward; One Is Of Today, The Other Of Tomorrow. Memory Is History Recorded In Our Brain, Memory Is A Painter, It Paints Pictures Of The Past And Of The Day.

I Look Out The Window Sometimes To Seek The Color Of The Shadows And The Different Greens In The Trees, But When I Get Ready To Paint I Just Close My Eyes And Imagine A Scene.

I Look Back On My Life Like A Good Day's Work, It Was Done And I Am Satisfied With It.

I Have Written My Life In Small Sketches, A Little Today, A Little Yesterday, As I Have Thought Of It, As I Remember All The Things From Childhood On Through The Years, Good Ones And Unpleasant Ones, That Is How They Come Out And That Is How We Have To Take Them.