Brabant

Brabant

Tuesday morning is for me the time for painting. On the attic of an old Woolshed not far from here a group of my age or younger meet to paint, draw or pastille.
Seldom I know what to paint. Someone mentioned to me I should paint an old farmhouse in Brabant the province in the Netherlands where I grew up.
From memory I painted a farmhouse where I as a youngster of eleven years slept on the hay-loft. It was 1939 when my youth-group had a weekend camp. The leaders using white tiles made a cross on the side-wall of the farmhouse.
!n 1949 I stayed in the major seminary, not far from the farmhouse. For seven years I have been looking for the farm-house, but never found it.
In 2010, during a holyday in The Netherlands, I asked my brother to look for the farm-house and…. we found it. The white tiled cross was still on the wall.
The painting is from memory. Remembering the good time when I was young I told myself to put the story and painting on my blog, http://Summerset@Aotea,blogspot.com