Well, here it is on a Sunday morning and I’m enjoying another of old Charlie’s addictions.
I’d been told by some of my friends for quite some time that I should listen to the Garrison Keillor radio program that can be heard on 80.1 FM on Saturday at 6 p.m. and also on Sunday morning at 10. It lasts two hours.
Yes, I’m now also addicted to this, plus The Waltons and Little House on the Prairie on TV.
As I lied in bed for two hours of great entertainment, when I glanced around my very large bedroom, there is a colored crayon picture of my old house as it looked years ago.
This was done by an old friend, Floyd Gifford, 102, when he lived down in Florida. He did this with kids’ colored crayons and some sandpaper to make it look a bit different.
It was the last picture he did that his widow wrote to me after he passed away. I’m sure my readers have read some of my earlier columns where I wrote about old Floyd, a remarkable man, I must say.
I also have a painting of an old barn with a large maple tree in the background, a little pond in the foreground. This painting was done by Oleta Winchester. I won it at one of our local artists shows that used to be on the lawn at our old high school on Main Street.
Also on the wall next to this is a velvet painting of Jesus sitting on the ground in the garden of Gethsemane. It is at night with a moon lighting up the scene.
I bought this and gave it to my mother when I was a youngster, probably in the late 1930s or early ’40s. I bought this in a downtown store, probably the dime store, and it had to have been quite cheap because as a kid back then, money was hard to come by.
These two pictures hang over my artificial corner electric fireplace that looks like a real one and has colorful burning logs and an electric heater.
On the wall I have a painting I bought many years ago that is a favorite of mine. It is six big Canadian geese with their wings set as they prepare for setting down in a field.
Also, I now have our Alice Lewis painting in my bedroom that hung for years over our davenport in our living room.
But I replaced it with a large painting of a big vase of flowers done by our good friend, the late Lou Lou Hawks. This hung in her house for many years. I had always loved this picture and asked her what happened to it when she moved into a small apartment in town. She said it was in the basement, all covered by plastic, as she didn’t have room for it.
I asked would she be interested in selling it to me, as she knew how I really liked it when they lived at Rainbow Park years ago. She said yes and was happy we ended up with it. Lou Lou and her husband, Aubrey, have both passed on. They were my friends for many years and they both stood up for Peg and me 49 years ago when we were married at First Christian Church by the Rev. Charles Willard.

“Cardinal Charlie” Gill writes a nostalgic weekly column about growing up in the Grand Old City. Email him at cardinalcharlie@hotmail.com.