Housepainter

I spent the first twenty years of my life in one house; a small, bilaterally symmetrical, clapboard Cape Cod. Our family home was painted white with dark green trim and doors.

About every six years, our white house needed a new coat of paint as we lived in an industrial suburb of Milwaukee. Our house would turn gray and gritty from the nearby factories and foundries.

Neither my mother nor father was handy with a paintbrush, so the painters would be called and my parents would begin discussing possible color choices.

When my mother asked me, ”What colors do you think the house should be?”, my five-year-old brain started racing. Having already decided that I wanted to be an artist when I grew up, visions of how our house could look immediately popped into my mind.

However, my parents rejected my suggestions and once again our house was painted white with dark green trim and doors.

I have never forgotten how I wanted our house to look and was recently delighted to see a picture of a house that closely resembles my childhood fantasy.

I love this house but must confess that I live in a sage green house with tan trim. But I certainly would not mind having this colorful house in my neighborhood.

Photo Credit-Fort Smith Convention park & Visitors Bureau
Photo Credit-Fort Smith Convention & Visitors Bureau
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