The artist, Carroll Cloar, was Jeff's uncle. He was actually my mother-in-law, Connie's, great uncle, but he was about the same age as her father. Carroll and Tommy "Sonny" were great friends, as well as family. Jeff spent almost every 4th of July at Uncle Carroll's house, swimming in his pool.
Memphis is celebrating what would have been Carroll's 100th year. There are several exhibits and events across town. Today, we went to a function at the Brook's Museum. We, as a part of the Cloar family, got a personal tour of the exhibit and then attended a presentation given by Dr. Stanton Thomas. He has been studying Carroll Cloar for several years. He did a wonderful job! Afterwards, we were able to visit with Dr. Thomas.
Lee, Jeff's dad, asked Dr. Thomas if my son, Jack, looked familiar.
Dr. Thomas looked at Jack a few seconds and then said, "yes, wow!"
Jack has a few of Carroll Cloar's features!
Dr. Thomas made several jokes and comments about how much Jack looked like Carroll.
Because Dr. Thomas was with us, we were allowed to take this picture.
Dr. Thomas's wife tweeted it! #summerofcloar
Jack and Dr. Thomas posed in front of a lithograph that Uncle Carroll drew himself at different stages of life.
Jack and Dr. Thomas are sporting the famous Carroll Cloar expression.
In our personalized tour, I asked if I could take a non-flash picture of a painting Carroll did of the Ziegenhorn family. This is a rare and special painting because most of the other family paintings are of Connie's family, the Cloars. I was told "no, photos are forbidden".
When Jeff's family was ready to leave, I snuck back around to the painting, held my phone at my waist, and took the picture. The security guard (one in every room) was eyeing me! I told my sons that I needed to leave because I had taken a picture. They were shocked...not sure why.
They should expect this of their mother.
I get what I want. Rules don't apply to me.
The guard followed me out of the entire exhibit.
In the above painting, there is a kid, in yellow, sitting on the lap of a man with a tie. This is Lee's dad. The man in the blue overalls is Lee's grandfather.......
now you see! I had to take the picture!
Even though I had to wear a skirt and dress shoes all day...
Even though my hair looked totally ridiculous (I wore a stupid headband)....
Even though I looked like a bloated penguin...
I enjoyed all the paintings and the special stories.
It was a good day with my sophisticated family!
Being a part of Su Casa Family Ministries, in Memphis, was one of the best things I have done with my life.
I helped with the children's ministry.
I was there over a year and the only thing I could say was "no llores, no llores...."
Which means "don't cry, don't cry".....but mine sounded like "no, your esss, no, your ess".
Somewhat helpful because the little ones stopped crying to wonder what was wrong with me.
Because of my foreign language disability, I felt I became a master at charades and sign language! I don't think the mothers of these little ones would agree.
One day, I was using my fabulous MAZ-charades-skills on a mom. I was simply telling her to bring a diaper next time. I must have gotten carried away with my theatrics because she left and came back with a translator.....she thought I was saying her baby was very sick.
I left that part of my life, defeated, because no matter how hard I tried, how many times I asked "how do you say.....spell it....", I could not get a grip on Spanish. One time, I thought I was answering in Spanish, but I was informed it was French....my two years of French in high-school crept back into my brain.....strange!
Every time I am around the spanish speaking community, I am reminded of my failure.
Until! YESTERDAY!!! greatest day of my life
Non-English speaking man: "check for me?"
Lady: "are you S? "
Man; "si, and G's check?"
Lady: "you want your check and G's check?"
Lady: "where is G?"
Man: " si, check"
Lady: "where is G?"
Lady looked at me...."oh my word"
I stood there deep in thought......I know I can help.......what are the words for "where is".....
Me: "Dawn Day Es Taw, G?"
So proud of myself I did not even think of not being able to understand the spanish answer to where G would be!
I was in luck!
Man, smiling...because I am pretty sure I asked where a female or object and not a male...was.
WHAT!!! STEP BACK WORLD!!!!
I was so happy I did a tiny disco boogie and then turned to "lady"....
"O K!!!! YES! I GOT THIS!! G is either at a Family Ministry or his house!"
(click on above pic)
I want to take this time to encourage all my friends and family to get involved with a really great ministry!!! You don't have to speak Spanish, or be a master at charades!
In an effort to mail letters for work, I stopped at the post office (after hours) to quickly buy stamps and deposit the letters.
I walked into the lobby and an eclectic looking lady was staring at a corner. I ignored the weirdness and approach the stamp kiosk. I read the book of information on the screen.
"YOU CANT MAIL ANYTHING........POSTAL CLOSED!"
I slowly turn, preparing myself for a banshee with a hatchet.
"I'm just buying stamps", I reply to the wire-haired lady with bright. red-framed spectacles.
I look her over as I think.....crap, that is me in 20 years.....except the floral print moo moo dress (hopefully).
I look outside for the "caregiver" that obviously lost a patient........no one.
"yes, I can buy them from this machine. It's ok."
I turn back and hope that I have selected the right stamp.....why are there so many different stamps? I just wanted it to say 'stamps for letters'.
Moo Moo: "AHHHHHHHHH!"
then she whispers to invisible person
"dont give her a receipt"
I turn sideways so I can keep an eye on Moo Moo AND continue navigating the too-much-info-to-choose-from stamp machine. Choose, swipe my card, and wait on the receipt.
The lady leaves the building. I turn around and the screen reads
"printer out of order, no receipt" CURSES!
Moo Moo Voo Doo
I turn back around and an old man has entered. He is staring at the locked door with a big sign that reads "Closed Saturday and Sunday"
"EXCUSE ME, DO YOU THINK THEY WILL BE OPEN TOMORROW?"
why is everyone yelling?
I stare a few seconds at this man......I look in the parking lot for the weirdoville van that is letting their citizens off one at a time.
I point to the sign, "They will not be open on Saturday."
"WHERE IS ANOTHER POST OFFICE?"
I point in the appropriate direction for my next statement. "There is one behind the Huey's Restaurant."
The man leans way too far into my personal space..
"JULIE? I DONT KNOW JULIE!" He turned as if he were going to leave.
The lobby suddenly became incredibly small, hot, and depleted of oxygen.....
As I planned my escape route and timing.....the man looked at me...just like this
I take full credit for my boys' genius!
I planned ahead and chose to start a family with a mature man with a great head of hair!
I put great importance on everything my boys did.
I made sure they only drank filtered water!
I made sure candy was never in the house and that the delight of food was never important.
I am a model of how to never be quick to anger.
I made sure that they were always calm and clean!
I made sure they were never puzzled or confused and uncomfortable.
I made sure they were immersed in culture and the arts.
and....I never EVER was amused at their discomfort....
because of my great parenting and teaching......
As of today, after reporting grades, Jack is now a sophomore in high school and Max is an 8th grader....last year of middle school.
Thanks to me teaching them to always be serious and composed....they are nothing but complete SUCCESS.