Okay, so I have sketched a house from my childhood memory Nothing tragic happened there, there is no great secret or anything like that; it was a house in a small town that a friend of mine lived in.
I drew it because this Holiday season I am feeling maudlin about a few friends that didn’t get to be as old as me. I remember the smell of this place, how everything was crowded. I remember the cigarette smoke and I remember the games and toys that they had. It was always cool playing there as a child.
I believe that the house has been torn down many years ago, Calvin may have been alive at the time. It’s okay that my lines aren’t straight or well laid out, I drew it for me, to help me remember; to help me step back to my younger years and a time when magic ruled and nothing bad ever happened.
Oh I loved that style of house! There were a lot of them in Kits when I was growing up.
I wish the walls could talk and tell us stories of the ’60s and ’70s in Kitsilano.