I Don’t Care I Kissed Her Anyhow – H.M. Travis – circa 1920’s
My grandfather meant a great deal to me. I practically grew up in his sign shop which was behind the old YMCA on 6th Avenue in Huntington, WV. It was there I first learned the joy of paint and the patience precision took. He passed away when I was twelve.
A long, lost relative unearthed a drawing my grandfather had done in his youth and sent it to my mother. I was thrilled just to get to see this while visiting her. My grandfather’s artistic talent was rarely used for his own enjoyment later in his life – it was work even though the signs he made were true works of art. It’s great to have this piece in our family and I wouldn’t trade it for any other work of art in the world.
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