Updated: Apr 14
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The art centers in my part of Florida sometimes have themed shows. If one of my current paintings fall into that category, I’ll enter it. If not, I usually don’t give it a second thought. However, when the “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” theme was announced, I thought, I need to own that!
You see, we were the Chicks. As sixth and seventh graders in the 60s/70s, we were proud of our softball team name. While we knew it referred to the fuzzy little baby birds, we also knew that cool, young hippie girls were called chicks. And we thought we were pretty cool.
So I dug out the polaroid snapshot my dad, who was our coach, had taken of me and my best friend before one of our games. The photo is slightly discolored and quite blurry. We are but tiny figures on an expanse of washed out green. But knowing this is the view my dad saw as he looked through his view finder on that sunny day, the memories are like looking back through his squinted eyelashes and bubbles of happiness.