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youngest sister of two older brothers I was often considered
to be a bother. Spending our summers on the beaches of Lake
Huron, it was my father who discovered the perfect distraction.
He would have me comb the beaches for the tumbled glass that
would wash up on shore. A nickel for clear, ten cents for
the brown or green, and a whole quarter for blue or violet,
which often brought a near celebration and perhaps even more
than a quarter on a good day. Today, these colors influence
my art and I am thankful for the distraction that has colored
my life. |
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