Day 32 – Before The Cut-throats Came And Burned Down The Barn

I grew up on a small family farm in Ohio.  I am proud of that.  My dad taught us all kinds of things that country folk know.  How to shoot guns, how to grow stuff in a garden, keep chickens, go coon hunting on school nights.  It was a different time.  And I think that I heavily romanticize it when I think back to it.  But I miss my dad.  I miss the good stuff.  One of the things that makes me really get lost in reminiscing is the words and music of William Elliott Whitmore.  The man is a musical gem yet to be discovered by so many.  But he sings a lot about loss, and living your life authentically.  Being you is the most important thing you can do.  Today I am ordering my mom his latest CD ‘Field Song’.  I believe it is his best work yet.  And it makes me think about my dad, my own attachment to suffering, and life.  I hope it has the same effect on my mom.  She sure could use a few nice gifts these days.

This is a drawing/painting of a raccoon skull.  I never shot one myself but my dad did.  And I was with him more than a few times when it happened.  It was just part of my life as a kid.  There was no cruelty to animals, or what have you…it was 100% adventure.  Going off to the woods in the middle of the night…listening to the dogs chase raccoons, flashlights, campfires, and darkness.  I want to illustrate more of this time in my life.  The stories are already written….I just need to retell them in my art.

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My name is Joshua Coffy and I am an artist living in San Francisco. You can see my art at www.undersong.com as well. Thanks for your time.
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3 Responses to Day 32 – Before The Cut-throats Came And Burned Down The Barn

  1. Linda Garrity says:

    I became aware of you through 29gifts, and have been following your blog for about a week now and find it fascinating-sadly, too many other things going on in my life right now to comment regularly. I’ve spent the last hour waking up to a preview of the music of WEW (reminds me a bit of John Prine’s gravelly voice), whose music seems to capture the essence of today’s topic about your upbringing and vivid memories of your youth. I’m a “city girl” and have no such memories, but you “painted a picture”, both literally and through your words, that shows just how much you miss your dad. I think your mom will love her gift…..
    XOXO

    • giftprolific says:

      Linda,
      Thanks for reading the blog. I am glad you like WEW. Yeah he does remind a little of John Prine, who was just here for the bluegrass festival. I am glad the farm picture translates to you even as a city girl. lol. And thanks for commenting when you can. I am trying to get better at replying to each comment. Take care and have a great day. Hope to hear more from you.

  2. Barb says:

    Those were the Days, it seemed so crazy at the time, but dad knew so much more than he ever said.

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