on New Years Day.
We found a sweet little house on the outskirts of Nashville, [down Milk Sick Bottom] and a good store for a beauty shop.
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visited our son Douglas at college in Bloomington, Indiana.
He took us to see the [nearby tourist] town of Nashville, Indiana.
We fell in love with the town. It is full of art galleries and shops.
There was only one beauty shop there.
So we decided that would be a good place to live.
We found a sweet little house on the outskirts of Nashville, [down Milk Sick Bottom] and a good store for a beauty shop. |
| We moved from Chicago in the biggest snowstorm the city [had in 20 years]. We unloaded things at the house, then the truck went to the store where the beauty shop was. [A box of antique Christmas ornaments was misplaced, but nothing else was damaged or lost.] | |
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[Here, Mom painted a haunting picture for me of the pond on the hillside behind
the house as seen at night. Click on it to see it larger.]
Earl couldn’t get his [Indiana] Hair Stylist License for awhile, so we brought wigs with us. We took our Christmas Tree to the shop and hung our wigs on it. We named the shop "The Wig Tree". It was a huge success. |
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[When Dad later opened his haircutting shop in Nashville, he called it "Scissors Point", since a neighbor had a barbershop down the hill from us called "The Razor's Edge". His sign was found in the basement of the Worthington house, and put up in a restaurant that bought the house for a parking lot. The restaurant owners didn't know what the sign meant until we explained it while passing through Worthington a few years ago.] | |||
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When I look at "Painting the Art Guild" by Shirley Little on my wall here at
the nursing home, I think of all the fun I had getting it. I walked by while
she was painting it, and asked her what she was going to do with it. She said
she was going to sell it. She finished it the next day, and I bought it from her.
The man on the ladder was on of our friends. He was a handyman that went around and did things[, such as painting buildings]. I can't remember his name now. [The paint is thickly laid with a palette knife. The handyman really stands out in 3-D.] | |||
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[I got a job in Corydon, but my parents called me back to run a junk shop
where they started the beauty shop, because they found a better location for the shop,
but couldn’t get out of the old lease. I wrecked my first car on the way home.
Other than that,] everything was going great with the shop and our life.
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Doug and I went to Illinois to visit relatives.
When we came back, I found all of Earl’s things gone.
Once again he had moved out on me.
[I visited him in an upstairs apartment that he had in downtown Nashville.
He had started smoking again to control his drinking.
I had been so proud of him for quitting years before, that I broke down and cried.]
Doug invited him to Thanksgiving dinner. Earl broke down and cried at the table, and begged to come back home. So I let him come back, but things were not the same. We decided that we should move from Nashville. Then I retired and didn’t want to work with him any more. |
| [We did have fun in Nashville. I was there between graduating from Indiana University and starting graduate school at Indiana State in Terre Haute. They were in at least 1 parade, and I sang in the County Chorus. My parents were a part of the arts community, which was the main clique in Nashville. They both did some of their best paintings in Nashville. I wrote my first book there.] | |
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