I love visiting the hometown of my grandparents and greart-grandparents to paint the main street where they once walked. I remember some of the stories Dad would tell of walking up to meet the train with his Aunt Minnie to sell livestock, then walking to the bank with her apron full of coins. I can almost see these events unfolding as I'm painting, and I feel my family near. I'm so happy this painting has a new home, too! Painting number 4618 in 4618 days.
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