A weekly-ish blog sharing my series of collages about growing up in the South during the 1950s.
Monday, October 8, 2012
My sister and I spent many summer hours planning and implementing our very own backyard carnival featuring clowns, games and exotic animals. The whole neighborhood was invited. A huge Texas thunderstorm appeared and the exotic animals (dogs, lizards, frogs) escaped, the cable (clothesline) holding up our grand tent (army blanket) broke, and everyone ran home, including the ringmaster (neighborhood boy). It was an exciting disaster!