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My 2021 Inktober is dedicated to my dad. You can go back and read each post explaining the memory that is connected to every image. Today is my dad’s birthday. He would have been 64 today. I figured today would be a good day to share a post of all my sketches together. A lifetime of memories doesn’t really get much justice from 27 sketches but it’s still a fine tribute to my dad and all the great memories we had. I love you dad and I think of you everyday. Happy Birthday!
I drew a perch for this prompt because one of the things I’m going to miss is my dad’s fish fry! You may have read in a previous Inktober post that my family and I would often take my dad’s boat out on Lake Erie. We would spend all day in the sun, fishing for perch. Whatever we caught, we would bring back home and fry them up for one of my favorite meals of all time. My dad would take care of the fish and my mom made this home made tarter sauce. Together, it was sooooo goood. I never even remember what the sides were because I was so focused on the fish.
I know I can have a fish fry anywhere but it’s not the same if my dad doesn’t make it. I always enjoyed his cooking. Some of the things he would make became my favorite meals. When I try to remake them though, it’s just not as good. I guess I’ll just have to keep practicing.
Thanks for stopping by. I have one more Inktober sketch to do for my collection. I will not be doing #30 or #31. The prompts don’t bring up any memories for me. Plus it’s Halloween so I will be having fun with my son that weekend! Check back soon for the final sketch!
Fry it up, free spirits!
My dad was a metal worker by trade. He was a welder at Jeep for over 40 years. He worked on various parts of the jeeps over the years. We are a huge jeep family, always have been. I always thought it was cool to see them on the road or even driving our own and I would think, Yea, my dad made that. He obviously only welded one part of the vehicle but I gave him all the credit.
He would also work on projects at home. He had his own welder so he did repairs for various things and every once and a while he would do fun projects like a coat rack made from horseshoes and stuff like that. He would show me what he had done once he was finished. He told me about the different types of welds you can do. He was very talented and his work always came out clean and perfect. At least it looked perfect to me.
The number one rule when my dad was welding was to not look at the light. He always made me turn my back or go somewhere else for the moment. I was always tempted to look but it was so incredibly bright I never actually did. Okay, maybe from a distance I glimpsed for a split second one time but I immediately looked away and never did it again. My dad always wore the welding helmet and the gloves for protection. Although, he usually had a t-shirt on with little holes all over from the burn marks. I always wondered how it didn’t hurt when the sparks would hit his arms and shirt but it didn’t seem to bother him.
My dad was a jack of all trades and a master of a few. I think metal working was definitely on the mastered list. I’ve always wanted to get into it artistically and make sculptures or something but I have yet to do so. One day.
Thanks for reading! I’ll be posting #28 later today so check back soon!
Master your craft, free spirits!
I’ve been wanting to do a sketch related to my dad and my grandmother(his mother) for a while. Their relationship always stood out to me. My grandmother was around a lot. She would always come with us on vacations and trips and she would come camping with us at the fair when I would show my horse. My dad would always invite her to come to things and pick her up because she didn’t know how to drive. I always thought it was nice of him to always pick her up.
He was always very respectful and never said a bad word about her. He cared for her and genuinely wanted to spend his time with her. He would go out of his way to do anything for her. I learned a lot by watching him. I try to treat my own mother the way that he treated his. They had a strong bond that anyone could see. He took it really hard when she passed and my heart always broke to see how sad he would get. He said sometimes at night it felt like someone would sit on the bed beside him and stroke his hair when he was sleeping. When he would open his eyes there was no one there. He believed it was my grandma visiting him.
Right before my dad passed, when he was very sick, he wanted the blanket my grandma had made him to keep him warm. It was a tiny, old afghan that barely reached to his knees. I laid it on his chest so he could feel it and covered him up with a quilt on top so he could get warm. Although, I think the love from that holey afghan did most of the warming.
I miss both of them dearly but they both inspire me everyday.
Some may not believe it but there was one point in my life when I had tons of bows and hair accessories. Those were dark times. 😆
My family and I were sitting in the living room watching TV. I asked my dad if I could do his hair and he agreed. I didn’t have much to work with but I made do. 😋 He was the belle of the ball when I was through with him. I had bows anywhere I could get them. I had those little hair loopies making tiny ponytails all over his head.
He sat there straight face watching TV the entire time. He was a good sport like that. Lucky for him, I grew out of that phase quickly and became more of a tom boy so I hope he enjoyed the salon treatments while he had the chance.
Just another one of those short but sweet memories. Thanks for reading. This one is a little out of order…and late…but better late than never, right?
Stay stylish, free spirits!
I instantly knew what I was going to do for the prompt Open. I have a picture on my wall in my studio of my dad and I participating in my 4-H groups Open Fun Show.
My 4-H group put on an Open Fun Show every year. It was called an Open Show because anyone was allowed to participate, not just 4-H’ers. It was called a Fun Show because it had classes that were fun and quirky. One class you had to balance an egg on a spoon while on horseback. Another class was called Ribbon Pleasure where you had a partner that you rode your horse next to, each of you holding the end of the same ribbon. Whoever was the last duo riding without tearing or letting go of the ribbon won!
The class that I did with my dad was called Lead Line. It was a class that got the parents involved. The kids would lead there parent atop their horse, walking, trotting, whatever the announcer said. Then half way through, they would switch places and the parents would lead the kids.
My horse was named Phoenix. He was technically a horse but he was only one inch taller than a pony’s height. So my dude was still pretty short. Plus, he was a lazy little horse. He never wanted to do anything but graze and sleep.
My dad was 6’2 and not a small man. Phoenix wasn’t thrilled about having to carry my dad around. I think he would have rathered my mom on board but she had recently hurt her ankle so she wouldn’t have been able to lead me around the arena, trotting along. So my dad it was, sorry Phoenix. He had this look like, Great, lucky me.
He was a trooper and hauled my dad’s heavy ars around the arena. Luckily he only had to do a few laps around so it wasn’t long before he had me back in the saddle. He would much rather deal with a little girl than a full grown man.
It was the only class I ever did with my dad and we took 3rd place. Good job Phoenix! I guess we got marked down because they saw Phoenix rolling his eyes. 🙄 Just kidding! 😜
I hope you enjoyed today’s story and sketch. Check back soon for more Inktober sketches!
Have some fun, free spirits!
It was a dark and stormy Halloween night. The moon was full and the ghouls howled down the streets.
Just kidding. It was dark but it wasn’t storming. It was just really, really cold though. And the ghouls howling was more like the wind blasting past you and making your eyes water. I don’t even think the moon was full. I don’t remember what the moon was doing that night.
I just remember my dad took me trick or treating. It was just me and him. He was in his truck slowly driving down the road and I was jumping out and hitting a couple houses then jumping back in the truck. It was pretty miserable. There wasn’t any snow but it was still a frigid cold that pierced your skin. I don’t even remember what I dressed up as that year. I was wearing my winter coat over my costume so it didn’t really matter anyways.
My dad looked at me and said, “You want to just run to the grocery store and buy some candy and hot chocolate and go home?”
Even though I always looked forward to trick or treating, it still sounded like the greatest idea ever! So that’s exactly what we did. We went to what was then called IGA but has since been changed. It’s interesting to think about how different things are from back then. Anyways, we grabbed our favorite bags of candy and went home to enjoy it in the warmth!
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the sketch. Seeing it finished makes me laugh. It felt like we were cheating Halloween and it made me snicker as a kid and even now. See what I did there (snicker, like the candybar) Anyways…
Stay warm, free spirits!
Now this is an interesting story. It’s one that I will never forget. I was pretty young. My dad and I went trail riding together. Usually, it was a group of us going or at a minimum it would be me, my mom and my dad. But for some reason this day, it was just me and my dad. I was on my first pony, Prancer, and he was on his Tennessee Walker, Albion. He was quite a bit taller than my little pony but we kept up good.
I don’t remember seeing any other people that day. It was quiet and peaceful in the woods. It was nice being the only ones around. We came down a part of the trail that was a little narrow but plenty of room to get by. We were in a single line at this point with Prancer walking behind Albion. Ahead of us, to our surprise were two deer laying on either side of the trail. They were right on the edge of the path and directly across from each other. My dad and I slowly walked the horses towards them expecting them to jump up and take off when we got close. We would see deer all the time on trail rides, sometimes in close proximity. They were more comfortable around the horses so they wouldn’t run off until the vary last minute.
Not these deer though. They didn’t budge. They must have been pretty comfortable because they stayed right in there beds and watched us walk towards them. We were shocked and looking back and forth from each deer as we walked right up beside them and stopped. It was unbelievable! If they stood up, I could have touched them. Prancer noticed them but didn’t really care. Albion was in the lead so the deer were towards his back end. I don’t think he ever noticed them really. They did have good camouflage and they weren’t moving a muscle. We stood there for a few minutes just enjoying the encounter and not saying a word.
I’m not quite sure what the deer had initially planned but one of them started to stand up. I don’t know if she was going to leave or walk up to us to give us a sniff but there wasn’t any time to figure that out. As soon as the doe moved, Albion realized there was a creature there! It literally scared the sh!t out of him….no, im serious! It…. literally …. scared the crap out of him. Please excuse my vulgarity but he blasted a poo out of his rear so fast it shot Prancer right in the chest! It splattered all over him in the blink of any eye! The intensity of the blast then spooked Prancer because he had no idea what just hit him. So Albion bolted in one direction from fear of the deer, Prancer turned around and started booking it in the opposite direction in fear of the blast and the deer were just as shocked as we were and they took off in opposite directions as well! Everyone chose a different path and ran like hell! My dad and I didn’t even have time to know this had all happened. Luckily, neither one of us fell off but Prancer certainly caught my surprise when he whipped around in a split second and bolted. We got our horses back under control and met back up with each other. That’s when my dad saw the evidence all over Prancer’s chest and we realized what had happened.
I was not thrilled about having to clean poo off of my horse when we got back to the house. Now that I think about it, I should have said to my dad, “You should clean it, your horse did it!” 😆
It was quite an experience that I will never forget. It was something that at first seemed so poetic….and then it turned into a comedic tragedy. 🤣
I wasn’t exactly sure how to put this in a sketch so I tried to give you a birds eye view of how close we all were and what the setting was like. It’s interesting to try and put a whole story into a quick, little sketch. I hope you enjoyed this one. It’s one of my favorites! It’s been a while since I have told this story.
Check back soon for more to come!
Stay vigilant, free spirits!