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generations of the young and the brave, to whom so much is owed, on whose service so many depended. My father, a fighter pilot in World War II, at age 20.
Laurelines on May 28, 2006 | Permalink
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A beautiful tribute to your Dad, Laura. Drawn in your uniquely tender and sensative style. Just lovely.
May 30, 2006 at 09:40 PM
Beautiful, indeed. I don't believe I've ever seen a young man in uniform that wasn't beautiful. That includes my grandfather and father...
Lovely tribute, Laura.
May 30, 2006 at 09:35 AM
indeed, a wonderful portrait, tribute.
May 29, 2006 at 11:25 PM
Thank you so much for your very kind comments, everyone. This is a pencil drawing I did last summer, having found a charming photograph of my dewy-looking young father. I liked it fine last year, but I'd do a better job now--all the looking and drawing of the past year has made a difference. He was beautiful, though, wasn't he?
May 29, 2006 at 06:22 PM
I remember you sharing this with me before. I'm so glad you put it up today.
Chuck Rose |
May 29, 2006 at 12:14 PM
Wonderful drawing of your dad. I just posted a poem in memory of mine. Yes...a day for remembering.
May 29, 2006 at 10:50 AM
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