Pappy – foto Smith
40 years ago I asked my father Pappy Smith to write or draw in my art journal. This is what I got.
Number 1 Son
by Pappy Smith
I ain’t no artist so I can’t paint a
masterpiece
I ain’t no poet so no poetry
I ain’t no writer so can’t write a
story and therefore can’t write
anything in this book.
Love, Pappy
~ ~ ~
He was 50 when he wrote this; it’s his one and only poem and appears in Stations of the Lost & Found, a true story of armed robbery, stolen cars, outsider art, mutant poetry, underground publishing, robbing the cradle and leaving the country by Smith & Lady, which will be available next week for online ordering. Finally, after almost seven years in the making and 66 years of living it, my memoir makes its move.
Pappy – fotos Smith
Have never seen those photos of Pappy before ~ the 3rd one down, where he’s holding the cigarette, is the face & hands of a hard working man. If you ever come back to Spokane, we’ll go out to Paradise Praire to stand and admire his chimney, which still points to the sky…
cool photo memories…. when will the book be out? It sounds done…. I want one… so save me one at least.