January 4, 2014
When I was growing up, Sunday afternoons were very quiet. My Dad always took a nap after lunch before it was time for him to leave. He worked away from home Monday through Friday and weekends were two days for him to get as much rest as possible.
My Mom and I would turn on the local PBS station to see what Bob Ross was painting. We were mesmerized by his talent and ability … always making it look so easy and completing a painting in 30 minutes. His voice was low and soothing as he talked his way through the painting of the day. Usually one or both of us would fall asleep to his soothing voice for our own naps.
We spent many peaceful Sunday afternoons this way. What wonderful memories of my family. I miss them and I miss Bob Ross, but I NEVER miss my Sunday afternoon nap!
Copyright © 2014 Annie
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
My Mom and I would turn on the local PBS station to see what Bob Ross was painting. We were mesmerized by his talent and ability … always making it look so easy and completing a painting in 30 minutes. His voice was low and soothing as he talked his way through the painting of the day. Usually one or both of us would fall asleep to his soothing voice for our own naps.
We spent many peaceful Sunday afternoons this way. What wonderful memories of my family. I miss them and I miss Bob Ross, but I NEVER miss my Sunday afternoon nap!
Copyright © 2014 Annie
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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