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Oil on composite wood panels, circa mid-1960s.

Two untitled paintings from my father, who when he wasn’t painting in bold colors or ordering troops in a commanding voice (and sometimes accidentally into a school’s PA system), was a quiet, patient man. Daddy died on this date, April 18, in 1985. He’ll always be missed by those who knew him. His was my first introduction to art. He was a veteran of World War II and career military (Army). Additionally, he was: teacher, historian, high school administrator, mayor, avid reader, and sign painter. Along with his gift for visual art, he was a writer and storyteller. He was my hero as a good provider and husband, father, and grandfather who offered his family unconditional love.