PINK BUFFALO SCULPTURE

PINK BUFFALO SCULPTURE

(CLAY OVER WAX) $45 U.S.

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Dan Bunch
2236 Co. Rd. 314
Cleburne, TX
76031

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Howdy,

I am having a great day.........so far.

I try my hand at everything art. I do some sculpting. Usually in clay. Have done a rock or two, but so far the results are not recognizeable. Here I have made a clay over wax, which seems the best method for me. It has a modern look you'll not find in something such as a "real life" model would have. But it has its own place, and identity. Don't you think?

Later,

Dan Bunch
TX

Local Taxi Waits

"Local Taxi Waits" $55 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.

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Dan Bunch
2236 Co. Rd. 314
Cleburne, TX
76031

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Howdy,

I am so lucky!

I have tons of pics to use as reference to paint animals, people, buildings, in Africa. My son went several times to Africa on Missions. He was a welder, so he welded the bars for windows and gates and doors, to keep the lion and monkey at bay in new churches.

And he got to go on Safari several times. Whereupon, I got to inherate a windfall! I have used them before. But I can just sit and wait now for the real sunshine to come and push these partly cloudy, drizzly days, out! Then when I have light though yon window, I am going to paint, paint, paint! I got plains.

Later,

Dan Bunch
TX

My Son’s Africa Zebra

"My Son’s Africa Zebra" $220 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.  

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Dan Bunch
2236 Co. Rd. 314
Cleburne, TX
76031

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Howdy,

It is a great morning! If I only had sunshine I might be painting. But we have the near-miss of a thunderstorm. Which means, that we have no sun, and worse yet, no chance of rain. Too bad, because we really need the rain.

I saw on the news that an alien being was found in a meteorite. A small virus-like worm. Problem is, I think, is to find out where exactly that worm came from. You see, if it came from outer space, that doesn't mean it came from another planet. No, the earth too loses, as well as gains many tons of debris over any given year to space.

So eons ago this small little critter of a worm could have been cast from off this planet! Or it could have gone on a trip to several planets, then to this earth. No telling. Only think. If it was truely an alien critter, we would have company in our misery!

Later,

Dan Bunch
TX

Dry Texas Draw

"Dry Texas Draw" $75 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.

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Howdy,

The earth might be burning up, but not where I live.

It is freezing thins morning! That is what is killing us. One day it will be eighty, and a bit over, the next day it is below freezing. How can anyone live without getting sick in this type of weather?

But we TEXANS have been doing this for generations. We get used to it a bit. The only thing we don't ever seem to get used to is tornados. They keep ya up at night. That is the one thing you cannot really plan for. You can have a storm cellar, but what good does it do if you are traveling, or visiting neighbors, or even if your home and have no warning that one is coming your way? Nope, having a place to hide is only good if you know when to hide. We do have a type of siren warning system, mounted on poles, all along the highways from town. So we can barely hear the things whenever the town gets a warning and sets the things off. It is only good if you can hear them, I susppose.

Main thing to do is be ready to survive. Which is getting harder to do every day. What do you do? Fill your world now with children, grandchildren, art, the finer things in life. Because they won't last forever. And I reckon that is a good thing. Considering things all together.

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

Texas Water is Deep

"Texas Water is Deep" $75 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.

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Howdy,

I went to an Art Guild meeting last night. It was neat. We had a demonstration of acrylic painting. A lady did a painting of flowers. And she showed a couple of canvas of things she does, which is dried leaves and very light bright flowers. It is what I call a "dog and pony" show. She filmed it for other future cd's or sales of some sort. Kind of neat.

Thing is; we have a small show of art each month. I was thinking about this one last night this morning, trying to tell my son about the winners. There was a painting done really well, of a Native American in a typical "setting". That, I think is the problem I have with the art they do. And that too is a kind of problem I think. Not for them! These artists are winning shows and selling their art. I am the one that has the "problem".

You see, like this one painting of the Native Woman sitting in front of a hanging skin, and holding a knife and a squash. The thing is that to me it looked like a diorama. You know, one of those "window" like displays at the museum? I could see no movement. Not a hair out of place, not even on the fur of the skin hanging up. No wind. No small dog or child running. No flopping clothing. Nothing. So it was like a perfect picture of a wax figure, sitting in a diorama. And it won. Very great colors. Great art rendering. No movement. No life. (in my humble opinion).

I saw a scene once at a Ft. Worth museum. It was a scene of the typical chuck wagon on a cattle drive. The painting however was anything but typical. There were a couple of cowboys laughing and screaming and pointing at a distant object. The cook in full flowered and rolled up apron and holding a spoon was there doing much the same. The object was a cowboy on a raging bucking horse. It was fantastic art! There was a red blanket flapping in the wind that "pointed" to the action of the bucking cowboy. That made your eye follow the scene from the chuck wagon to the bucking bronco. That was some of the best art I have ever seen. I forget who the artist was....

But that is what I was trying to convey to my son this morning. That as all the women love flowers and leaves and Native Americans in their art, they also go to "schools" or art class. They go learn at the easel of artists that all went to other art classes of other artists holding art classes, all doing the same things the same way. If you see a hundred artists trying to do exactly the same flowers or dry leaves the artist did during the "dog and pony" show, that, to me, gets to be boring with a capital "B"!

A painting to me ought to show first, an appealing overall single type of work. That is; you would not mix a "Georgia Okeef", or R. C. Gorman, type of Native American woman sitting in the middle of a Remington. That would be awkward, right? So why paint a "fixed" diorama looking wax figure of a Native woman? There was no life in the art, is what I am saying. To me, there should be movement and life, if the painting is supposed to show that type of scene. An R. C. Gorman would be more like a graphic design. And so would Georgia Okeef. But if you are going to paint something like a scene of an Indian at work in a village, then there ought, to my mind, be movement, life, and more.

Of course that gives you an idea of what my art looks like! I try for movement and motion and emotion, and it winds up something quite different than what was displayed at the small show last night! No way would any of the people locally vote for my paintings over their wonderful, to me, "art class" paintings. Nothing wrong with showing perfection, if that is your style. And it sure enough sells. But it is just boring to me to see the same old brush strokes of "here is how you do it".

I know, I'm weird. And opinionated!

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

Cowboy and Friend

"Cowboy and Friend" $55 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.

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Howdy,

I am looking into publishing my book as an ebook. I got a URL to Amazon from a buddy, who suggested I take a look there first. First, meaning that there are many that publish an ebook, but also send or market to Amazon. Thing is; that the whole process is quite complicated. That is for an old man that hardly speaks English in the first place.
I was raised in North Texas. I do speak a form of English. It is more of "barnyard" English than what you might be used to. It involves a lot of "dropjaw" and "rounding off" of words, punctuated by fits of spitting on the ground. You think that is vulgar? Well, then you haven't been standing in any old corrals lately! If you do, you will want to spit every few minutes in order to try to get the stench of the animal waste out of your nose. It filters in with all the dust churned up my the feet of the animals, as they twist and fight each other as if they were not all going to be fed. Just like people, they want to be fed first!

I got online and took a look at the process. I was not stunned. It was more like confused. I often stay confused. Do you know what that the "process" of publishing the ebook yourself involves? It is torture just to think about it!

First you have to learn the Amazon or whatever site you are going to use, process. Then you have to learn in that process how to convert to PDF, how to pick your "book size", then how to "trim" the pages. Then you will want to post the actual book. That is; after you look at a long list, and this also means spending time studying, the many things that "newbies" make mistakes the most at. Then you get to make a book cover, which involves picking out one from 150,000 visuals! AND learning how to make the cover. You see, it too has to involve reading for days and study, just to line the picture up you want to use. Then, if that goes well, you have about fifty other small leaning processes to do to finish your "easy" ebook publishing.

Oh! By the way, they have a list of people who specialize in all of this. I have no idea why, since it is so easy! Why would you need to hire someone to do something that is sooo easy to do? I think I know why. (see above list, which is only a partial one!)

I can hardly type. Which is the one thing, the one skill, that I did learn in school. I have no memory of anything much that I did in school. No one back then ever thought to say to me, "Learn to learn". Then ya got it! I can study and learn anything else I want to do. But it seems that publishing an ebook is like becoming a pilot. First thing is not to study flying, it is to get over the attack of nerves and the jitters from being suspended over Brooklyn or something! As my buddy, who by making this remark to his wife on what was his last flying day, told me, "I asked her, Honey; what the hell do you think that chair is bolted to that you are hanging onto with such white knuckles?" And that did it! No more flying for him, cause she would not stay at home while he want up, and now she would not go flying!

I may have to hire some college kid or perhaps find a preschooler to do the ebook thing for me? But I am going to try to digest it first. I hate to find something I cannot do. It drives me up a wall!

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

Passing Through

"Passing Through"  $145 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.

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2236 Co. Rd. 314
Cleburne, TX
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Howdy,

I am a serious artist.

That is the main work I have to do these days. I paint. I do some sculpting, when I get an urge to make a mess. Usually that is only in clay. But wax, stone, even Crayola for kids sculpting (forgot the name) is not above my materials list. My "materials list" usually means whatever is at hand!

I have presented my artwork to a few galleries. All like my work, but so far only one gave me any hope at all of making room for my art. I paint in a Primitive art genre. I paint trying to show motion and emotion. So far I have not connected to the right gallery, nor perhaps agent. But I will, hopefully.

Do you know of a gallery that has room for Primitive paintings that show motion and emotion? Send me an Email

I do love to do art. I must have on hand now some 30 or more canvas of all sizes, and hundreds of Acrylic paintings done on 140 Lb paper stashed away in portfolios. I just cannot quit. And I love it! It is getting to be awesome, in that I have progressed a bit in my artwork. I try to progress. Progress to me means that I am beginning to reach that point where I can disassociate from my own environment, but reach into my souls environment to find that world of peace and contentment. That world where we should live. The one we messed up by letting the greedy live amongst us. That sounds brittle, but it is true. Think about a world where there would be no wealthy, no gold to lust after, no forests denuded. No reason to sale one's minutes for tokens in which to buy bread.

The sweat would still be there. The toil. The heart-break and naturalness of man's living. But it would be ours. Our sweat, our toil, for the bread that we got by our own hands. Too bad that we didn't take on the good parts of the Indian's life, and let him take on the good parts of ours. Too bad. Think how that life would be inside that world.

To drift along on all the land instead of down ribbons of it set aside to direct us, and our money (tokens) into places we don't really want to go, in order to reach the places we do want to go. Which sounds nastier, and which the more wholesome? Pitching our Tee Pee or Wigwam on a slight incline to the South, where the Southern sun would reach the entrance on first light of sunrise. Instead of breathing the manufactured air filtered down metal corridors to reach us in near windowless rooms, we could breath deeply of decaying pine needles, mixed with the smell of water moving along the stream below. We get meat from the hanging deer someone shot early this morning for our breakfast. Or we scratch the bites from the bedbugs as we pick up the telephone to order food handled by people we must trust, but perhaps shouldn't!

later,
Dan Bunch
TX

Wish Wash

"Wish Wash" $250 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on canvas. Send a cash donation to:

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Dan Bunch
2236 Co. Rd. 314
Cleburne, TX
76031
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Howdy,

Oh, my! I love this time of the year.

Trees are trying to bud. The weather is more than great, with seventy and eighty degrees showing up on the thermometer hinging on the studio wall. The birds are increasing in kind and numbers. There is a breathless wait for spring!

The family is planning our first cook-out. I think it will only be hot dogs. But "Hot Dog!" I am ready for that.

We cook-out, just off the porch, using a butane fired grill, all winter. But come spring, it will be to keep the heat out of the house.

That is a long-time think here in the south. In old days, the cabins had a living cabin, and under the same roof, but with a "dog-trot" between them, a cooking cabin room separate. Even when people got wood to build a proper home, the cabin was left standing lots of times, just back of the house, to use as both storage and cooking.
Wood had to be hauled by horse drawn wagon from Longview or further away East. Lumber mills were almost non-existent in the Central to West Texas. Cotton would be hauled East, and Lumber would be hauled West on the return trip. That and some food supplies, was about all the farmers hauled. Whiskey was a main staple in the diet in those years. Corn, believe it or not, was not considered food! Pioneers thought of corn as a feed for livestock, not as food for people. That is because they had a poor strain of corn I think. have you ever eaten "yellow dent" corn? There is quite a difference you see, in corn types. "Yellow Dent" is not very good for the pallet even when it is in very young ears. But I have eaten a lot of it.

Reminds me that I have pulled a toe-sack (feed sack to you Yankees) for miles to pick up corn on the "halves". That is, you would walk along where the corn picker had picked the corn. And you stepped on the shucks that looked promising. As your foot "found" a shuck that had an ear in it, or even half an ear, you picked it up and put it into the sack. At the end of the day, half of what you picked up was your, the other half was the farmers. It was money to us very young boys. And spent just as well on movies and soda pop (cokes to us Southerners, as all soda pop is called) on the weekends, as the later jobs of hay hauling and newspaper delivery. Only that was for the "older" boys to do.

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

THREE CROWS ON PLAINS

"Three Crows On The Plains" $55 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.  

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Howdy,

HELP! I need help.

How in the world can I Epublish my book?

I read and read, and the more I read, the more I am confused.

It seems there is more to this publication of an ebook than I figured on. I have to spend hours reading a "how to guide"? And then I have to "translate" my book to some other handy dandy dot something file? And then I might get it in shape, but probably not on the first try, to publish it online with a site such as Amazon or smashwords.

Thing is; the problem is; me! I'm about as illiterate, and intend to stay that way, than anyone concerning computers. My trouble is that as I tend to wake up every morning in a "new world", one of no "order" by the way, I also wake up to changes that I cannot cope with. I cannot cope due to the fast changes. And I can't keep up due to my complete "care less" (Is that la' se' fare' :) attitude of the computing world. I just don't want anything much past being able to write, post, get email, and simple stuff such as that. Computers are good as a communications device. A telephone, letter writing, telegraphing, thing. But as a way to do business, it is just a mess. That is not because of changes, it is because of fast changes. Too fast to keep up due to the constant reading and studying one has to do in order to keep abreast of these changes.

Change would be ok, but it is not like other changes in my world. If I see a change in automobiles I don't like I can say "no thanks". But in the online world, if the online world changes to Java, a thing I now hate in its newest form, then I have no option! If I want to read things online, I MUST have the java, and for that matter the latest version of Internet Explorer, or I can't see the newest pages! It lets one be behind a bit, but not forever. Sooner or later I MUST make the change.

Now I know that is good for business. That is a good thing. I like business. And causing people to change to something better is good for business. Offering the latest is right up there with good business practices. I ought to know.

But there should be such a thing as options. If I want to use this or that, it seems, now a days, there is little in the way of options for the computer user. I have to pay out the nose too. Which sort of hacks me off. I don't mind buying a new pickup, if I need one. But it should be up to me. Not up to someone that changes the roads so the regular old tires and wheels on your older model can't even get on the street! See what I mean?
Now, what am I to do? Who, or more like, which, publisher should I go with? I wrote a good western genre book. Now who can I go to? I have been looking online at a few of them.

And which would be best? To self publish on Smashwords, or use an Ebook publisher that also publishes on Smashwords and Amazon and others? What financially is the difference to my wallet?

Lots of decisions, and not much time to read it all to make the decision. If I spend the time necessary to read and understand it all, the market, and the business is apt to change before I get to a decision!

So I do need help deciding. Anyone out there have any suggestions? Please!

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

My Back Door

"My Back Door"  $230 U.S.

Painted in oil on canvas.

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2236 Co. Rd. 314
Cleburne, TX
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Howdy,

My wife is going to a basketball game today. That reminds me of a story.

Have you ever been surprised? I don't mean, sort of mildly surprised, but "WOW!" doubled?

I am an old man. I can't be surprised by much. I have seen or been exposed to so much over the years that I could hardly be surprised by anything.

Oh, I know some "actor" is found doing "such and such". And that is sooo interesting, and titillating, to the ill-informed, but it is hardly a surprise to me.

For instance I don't believe the TV news local show out of Dallas-Ft. Worth that has a "birthday" guess-along for the famous every once in a while. "How old is this.......(old fart)......actor today! Besides the "who cares" attitude that I am filled with now a days, I know that Actors pay good money for publicists that create a "mystique" and do form a background that must be a huge lie, or else they fail. Part of that lie is the age of the actor! How do you extend the career of any actor? By starting them out at the age of 13 or 14, when actually they are about 20 to 25! That's how.

So now you see that I am not only a pessimist, but a realist-pessimist. So nothing can sneak up on an old war-horse like me that would make me do a "double-take" and say "WOW"! aloud. Not me brother....except.....

One day my wife and I were coming home from the VA hospital, where I had just been poked, punched, radiated, pruned, and gawked at. I was riding on the passenger side half asleep, and eating my favorite food, Gardetto's. I love the stuff. I like to think it is the Iodine I am after, but I doubt that; secretly though. (It was invented to give iodine to the Italian troops during WWII) Anyway, I was just letting my dyslexia loose upon the world, which means that I was reading the billboards and advertising that I saw exposed along the highway. It is sort of a fun thing, when you read signs that get turned around to make absolute non-sense when read by a dyslexic mind that is sort of running on idle. And mine was.

But then all of a sudden! I saw a picture of my Granddaughter! She was smiling down at me from a huge billboard suspended over a viaduct, a railroad track running underneath, and she, or more like her face, was over forty feet high! "WOW!" I said, that's C....!!

The wife turned out on the next exit, then we circled the suburban around to go back and do 'er again. When we got close enough to the hill before the viaduct, we also noticed an exit. We took that one, and pulling up below the billboard, we sat both aghast and giggling like school kids.

I got out my ever handy camera and took a picture. (My wife says not to post it) The billboard was advertising the benefits of the college she was going to further out west, but the billboard was right about three miles north of Waco, which sports a college or two that is not likely to be low on anyone's list of preferable snooty colleges for the well-heeled. And that was the point. It was saying without saying it; "If you can't afford this swanky well known place, we have a campus and a program that is right up there with the best of the best, like here in Waco."

So it was quite a surprise to say the least. How many people get to drive down a road and see an eye-catching billboard showing their Grandchild smiling down at them? She is quite a star among the best of the collage basketball colleges in her league. At the least she makes more than a few scores every game. And that' no brag.

She used to shoot a hundred goals every day, just for practice. Once, having come for a visit, riding with her parents, she forgot to bring a basketball. And there wasn't one at my house. So we had to take her to "Wally World" to buy one. Just so she could shoot one hundred baskets that two day weekend. Now that's dedication.

But no surprise!

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

Just For Fun

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper. Send me an Email

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Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.

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Howdy,
These were done mainly jut for fun! I love to do art. Thing is; so much of the art supplies are getting expensive. Guess I will have to just suffer a bit then, as Art comes before most else in my life. I could start riding a bike again I guess? Na...just a thoght.

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

SPANISH BEACH

"SPANISH BEACH"  $80 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.

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2236 Co. Rd. 314
Cleburne, TX
76031

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Howdy,

All this chaos in the world has made me realize what art means to the world. Without art to look at, own, and enjoy, what would this world be like? Who could live in a world where winter robs you of all the greens, browns, purples, reds? I know winters up North might be quite lovely. But here in Texas it is like wet dry grass where ever there happens to be grass. And then acres of mud! White rock mixed with mud. Black mud, a type that is not seen in the whole world is in parts of North Texas. It is quite boring.

But thankfully I have a retreat. I live in an area south of Ft. Worth where it is much like East Texas. There is deep sand running to a clay. There is tall oaks, tall pines in places. Although the pines are not as thick, nor are they harvested as in the Piney woods of East Texas. Yet they do liven things up in this area. Lakes are abundant. Animals are thick in population. Deer, not as big as those in the hill country. And eagles. Nesting in places along the rivers and lakes. These birds are making a nice comeback from almost extinction around the state.

The sand is much cooler to live on than the black land. The sand cools off quickly as the sun sets. The black land that I was raised on holds the heat and releases it during the night. It is horrible in the summer, as it holds the heat and builds until it is like living in an oven!

By having art around to look at you get a chance to think and see, like out of a window. Horses galloping by. Cowboys riding up a road or across a stream. Cattle on the hills. And other things that you choose to calm and strengthen yourself to make it though the tough times, and even weather the storms outside during the harsh times around you. It is like saving a small place that is next to your heart. A memory that you can take out and live once again.

Makes evean an artist appreciate art all the more!
Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

"Primitive" Western Art of Dan Bunch

"VALLEY BUFFALO HUNT" $65 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper. Send me an Email

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"WAITING WATCHING" $45 U.S.

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Howdy,
I thought I would show you a painting where I tried to combine motion and emotion at the same time. It is a most difficult form of art for me to do. I have seen where artists paint in oil a horse and rider and "smeared" the background sort of. Or that is my impression. It is unique. But in my way of doing art I have quite a different look. I paint with a feeling, not a seeing with my eyes. I did have my eyes operated on. My wife said, "Finally you will see that you do not need to paint so bright!" No, I need to use right-out-of-the-tube like I am doing. I do mix some paint, depending upon the subject. But as you might be able to tell, I certainly am not a painter like other "schooled" artists!

 

"HERATIGE" $150 U.S.

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I am a



"Primitive" western artist. My dad loved art. Not the "wierd", "schooled" art of the times we lived in, but the, to him, "natural" and "native" art, with its color combinations, of his world. He taught me much about "seeing". Once when we were walking to a Medicine Mound, and along an old Indain camp, it's southern slight hillside exposed to the early sun (a neat way of finding those sites!), we had to cross a shallow, narrow, water seep, that was not more than anything other than a draining of the deep East Texas sandy land. He stopped me, and asked if I was ready to die at such an early age? I was some mystified by his question, and mumbled a "No sir!" He pointed down right below my feet. Hidden in the quick rappids running across what was the day before, grass growing in a low spot, was a cotton-mouth snake! I learned early on to look and to "see" like a Native American. I have ancestors that I am very proud of! Cherokee, Choctaw, and African. I am a Melungeon, and proud of it also. The more I learn the more I am amazed at the audacity of the European to consider, using Christianity as a sort of "cloak" to take what was not theirs. But then the Native American Culture asked for a "taming" in my opinon, and they got it. If you don't progress as a society, then you will be over-run by the societies that do progress. Or so history would seem to me to make it seem.
(Research; Melungeon; and; Walter A. Plecker; Hitler loved his solutions. So did the rich in at the time America, and they still do! Only they hide it inside purposefully "Mis-named" programs today.)

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

My Son's Horse

"My Son's Horse"  $55 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper

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Howdy,

I am missing the campfire and the cooking out! Here is a pic of my backyard campfire, just in case you think I am not a serious out door cooking enthusiest.

We love to cook out and swim in our "above the ground" pool That is sort of a mis-nomer in that you are allowed by the warrenty to have parts of it up to three foot in the ground. We chose to keep 'er level, but put it all about one and a half foot to two foot in the ground. It is prettier that way and easier for the kid to hand someone a cold Corona when they are sent to the kitchen to fetch some refreshment for the adults. We love wading (not deep enogh to swim overmuch) across the four and a half foot deep by 15 foot wide pool and watch hummingbirds feed from the many places we supply them. Or floating on "noodles" and watching the birds flitteer here and there doing their jobs of feeding youngsters in the trees nearby. A roadrunner chasing a bug, or in the late evenings, starlings diving and swinging away above us after flying "no see-ums" is a real treat, and it is some kind of very calming to the nerves.



Come on Spring! I need 'cha.

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

TEST AT A POW WOW

"TEST AT A POW WOW" $150 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.

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Howdy,

In trouble again! I seem to always get into trouble trying to post to "social sites". This time its on Wetcanvas.

I try to behave myself. And no way would I ever act any other way then as a gentleman should. But still, I end up being "edited" and chastised to the point of frustration.
Frustration on my part is due to the fact that I never see it coming. I mean, I know the rules. I read them and have to "accept" them as part and parcel of posting. But then, due to my mental challenges, I forget myself.

You see, the other posters don't have to think over much about posting things. So they "chat" (not in real time) about "home" and "art" and "feelings". But their feelings are about "normal" things, snow, work, kids, and planting gardens, etc. I have no way to connect with that much.

You see, my exposure was not the norm that others have experienced in their lives. They grew up, got jobs right out of high school, and then married, and then..........day to day. But mine is more extreme. More like what your dad or grandpa would have lived during WWII. You see, my life went more like this; HORROR! School, joined the U.S. Navy Reserve at age 17 before graduation. (at the time everyone, male, had to face doing a total of 4 years with another 2 "inactive" divided up in some military program.) Then I trained a year to go to VN. Which meant, Jungle Training. Pow training. (put in a POW camp and beaten to break me.) Survival training (let me lose in a wilderness, hunt me down, torture me, taken to POW camp. no way to avoid it in the end, no matter if you reached the goal of the flag)Then a year of doing over 300 missions of searching junks, setting up traps at night, and just general HELL! I was in over 22 firefights. Some of only minutes (seemed like hours) and some of longer periods (seemed like minutes). And every minute of those HORROR filed hours got to giving us sort of a "MASH" (the TV show) attitudes. In being only a teenager, no one believed they would act like a "John Wayne", but neither did we run or avoid trouble. In fact, if we were shot at, we went back for seconds! Made life exciting, avoided the boring shakes, and got us though the day or night.

But then with the "delayed stress" and the PTSD and the other problems, I have not experienced things like others have. I have been married to my childhood sweetheart for 46 years (yeah she has ben thorough HELL too:), I have kids and great grandkids. But due to the other earlier experiences I did not "experience" things as I / you would day to day. I have a different way to look at things. My feelings, which I am trying to re-connect with, are not the same. No one really experiences the same things the same way. And I am not able to express my feelings about my private life, as many could. I am that sensitive.

So for posting "As for those that flee instead of voting in WI. If they didn't or wouldn't take a look at reality facing their state back when they could do something about it, when there were more options, what makes you think that they will stay and take a look at reality now? Fleeing is the only alternative to the blind!" I got "edited". I don't mind that as much as now being so "whipped" that I can hardly trust my urge to post anything. Due to my "short term memory loss" which is now becoming a "long term" problem, no telling when or in what way, I may post something else that will get me in hot water. I hate that.

So not being able to trust myself, overmuch, I may have to shorten my posting experience to "Howdy", and "later Dan Bunch, TX" and let it go at that.

Later,

Dan Bunch
TX

THE SADDLE SHED

"THE SADDLE SHED" $55 U.S.

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Howdy,

I was watching the news today. The wife got me up extra early. She was dressing to take a friend to the hospital for tests. Thing is; I should not get up too early, nor especially, should I watch the news. It gets me to thinking about Politics. And that is not, in my case especially, a good thing!

All sorts of bad things go through my head when I see the tumult in today's world. I can only think about these things in light of the Bible. In fact this is all outlined in the Christian Bible, you know, the one many people want to question as to its validity? How could those old Prophets tell so much about today's happenings if they were so "out of touch" with reality? Gotta wonder....
The main thing is that when I see what America, my only real concern here in this world (the rest can go to Hades), I want to shout at someone! It is like a country filled with children that are not being have themselves. I tell ya...... No, on the other hand, I should decide to make or not make a Political Blog. That way people interested in Art don't have to wade though the Politico mud to see good, or in this case, great:) art!

But just to sort of think. If we were in a wagon train, traveling across the prairie back when this country was nothing more than filled with grass and buffalo and Indians. And some problem hit and we lost a lot of our food. And to cap it all off, we were in an area not filled with critters enough to gather our own food. Then what would we do?

If some had wagons filled with food. Would they continue traveling. Starting their day with a great breakfast and stopping it with a camp filled with merrymaking dinner menus filled with great food? Would they just choose to ignore the suffering and starvation in the wagons around them? I think not.
They should and would share their food. (Christian morals aside.) Why do I know this? For self-preservation. If for instance, their horses fled during the night. Or fell dead due to lightening in a storm. Or some wild bandits, or Indians, fell upon them to destroy them. Wouldn't it be great if they had a whole wagon train filled with capable men to come to their aid and to help their fight to survive?

Then let me tell you. Many states in this union are about to cross the wilderness of Bankruptcy. And to do so without failing, without dying, they will have to have everyone sacrifice somewhat for the common good. Just to be sure that during this famine, this financial famine, everyone can come through it in one survival mode, and not completely collapse, as California is apt to do. There is little help for California. People are going to flee from that catastrophe. Only the mentally unstable are going to stay and fight amongst themselves for the scraps of a once-great state!

As for those that flee instead of voting in WI. If they didn't or wouldn't take a look at reality facing their state back when they could do something about it, when there were more options, what makes you think that they will stay and take a look at reality now? Fleeing is the only alternative to the blind!

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

Valley Buffalo Hunt

"Valley Buffalo Hunt" $85 U.S.

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Howdy,

I have the time to run around on the internet and read a lot about art. I enjoy the "how to" articles. I am really trying to absorb the articles about "marketing" art. It is a weakness of mine, sure enough.

I love to do art. I love people to like my art, or just look at it. I don't mind cur' tiques', good or bad. But I hate to look for markets. Mainly my experience so far with this has been trying to find a gallery that would like to sale my art. I think I have a unique art to sale. I think it is marketable. Thing is; I have to find the "right" gallery. The gallery that likes to have and market the unusual. In that I am a "Primitive" western artist. My art shows "motion" and "emotion".

And the gallery must not only be like "Western" gallery style, but able to put up with a sort of "Outsider" approach to those "Western" stayle paintings. And too, I paint "right out of the tube" or "pert'near' " as we Texans say. I do mix em' some, but not much.

I have had galleries say "yes"! Then write me or call me and say, "Well.........no....I have too many works from my "in-house" artists. I have no room, etc." But one of these days I will make it! I will have a show, a gallery, a following of people that like my art.

How do I know this? Because a lot of my art keeps "dissapearting"! Family takes my art when they can catch me in a good mood, or not looking. :)

later,
Dan Bunch
TX

"Smart Aleck"

"Smart Aleck" $125 U.S.

Mixed media; Sculpted in wax and clay and Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb. paper.

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Howdy,

This is a sculpture of two large aquatic animals in play. Sculpted in mixed media; wax with acrylic paint overall.

I love to do art of all kinds. I sculpt, paint, make "old timey" knives. I just love art. I have always done art no matter what my condition or level of education, or job, or joblessness! I would do art in prison I guess.

If you see art prisoners have done, take a look at the deeper meaning of some of it. It is amazing that their feelings and crimes, and the passion they felt to cause them to commit those crimes, it comes out in the art!

At a small flea market where someone was trying to "help" the art community inside a prison was showing their artwork, I once saw a painting, a great looking painting. Done on some sort of board. They cut it in half to use it. This one was of an adult man that you could not see much of, hugging a small boy who was standing in front of the man sitting on a bucket. The boys back was turned towards the viewer. Boots and cowboy hats and large wide western type belt was wonderfully done in greens, blues, and browns. Then I walked along and looked at several other paintings,.... then halted! Something in that painting caught my eye, but not the "thinking " part of my brain. I just had to go look again. And yep, there it was, the little finger, and next finger, of the hand of the man that went around the boys back, was inserted under the child cowboy's pants top! Ok........gotta think about that Freudian thing, right?

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

"Walter"

"Walter" $45 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb paper.

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 Howdy,

Art is mostly marketing they say. That is my weakest point! It would be. That is hard to overcome. I always forget to stay "on point" and do marketing. I love to do art, of any sort. And I do write a bit, for pleasure for now. But marketing has to be done by an artist, and that is my failing in art. Need to learn more about art marketing.

Remiinds me of a Tupperware Distributor. She got to be a Distributor cause she was a great marketer. She named her dogs "TUPPER" And "WARE", so she could go outside every evening and call them at the top of her lungs, "TUPPER.........WARE!" Funny stuff. She was Distributor in Dallas.. (I Love funny stories!)

Here is a painting of my dad. "Walter". He used to sit out front of the shop in town (samll town) and smoke and scratch his bald head. He was a smart man in his way. Always had a red baseball cap. He could teach me more about "real business" than I could learn (as I later found out) in the local college. Busness degree, yet! so where is that marketing knowledge? Forgotten it while fishing, maybe?

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

HARVEY WALLBANGER

"HARVEY WALLBANGER"  $45 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb paper.

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,in new condition, of any artwork! No questions asked. (Only the shipping; posting; handling, if any; costs will not be refunded)
Howdy,
Today, in installments, if I can't get it all in here, of one of the funniest stories ever to come out of the Texas Hill Country! Keep coming back for the latest!
Later,
Dan Bunch
TX"Newly Married" Copywrite 2011 by Dan Bunch
One evening in the Hill Country of Texas, a young, just married, pretty woman drove onto a friends ranch looking to fetch her husband home. She had been in College that day, as had he earlier.

They had just married only a few months before, each trying to finish up at Tarleton College. Which is the college of choice to send children for those families that are trying to "step up" into the ranks of educated American Families, as well as those that have always sent their children to college. What I am trying to say is that it is more than a family tradition in Texas, this agriculture (and more) college.

So just at dusk one warm day she pulled up to the Ranch Foreman's home. This being the "old married couple" that had befriended them at college. They had been married a whole five years!
The Ranch Foreman's wife was outside watering her newly acquired flowers. Her toddler just then trying to experiment with pulling tails of dogs, cats, and any other creature that got too close.

"Honey leave the goats tail on him, ok?" The Ranch Forman's wife said before acknowledging the arrival in a cloud of dust of the newly married wife. "Howdy, honey! You lookin' for your man I reckon?" Everyone being called "honey" or "hun" for short in a lot of places in Texas.
"I sure am, where is the rascal?" She spoke and got out of the Ford pickup to sweep the toddler off his feet and give him a hug and a kiss upon his wet cheek.

"Stud decided today was a good day to go "spotlightin", so he took your husband with him."

Spotlighting being a main sport for the young Rancher when the varmints are beginning to be a problem. The fact is, if you have to swipe your fist across the door latch, knocking all the young coons off it to get into the feed room to feed the saddle stock, then the varmints are beginning to be a problem. The fact that there was a small market in fur helped offset the ammunition prices. But the main thing was the "manly" pursuit of making your own amusements in an area of large Ranch's. This ranch was only a small one, but boasted something shy of 26,000 acres. Large enough to have to use a horse at times, which was the main draw in seeking this employment for those, like the Forman, and also the "newly married" want to be Foreman of a Ranch, errant husband.
The Young Bride put the toddler down in close proximity to the goat's tail, which kept him more than happy and out of pickup wheels, "roadkill" toddlers not being the main meal courses these days. "I will just go out and fetch him. I ain't got all day to wait and jaw with ya today."
"OK. They ain't been gone long. You can probably see 'em soon enough. Just go though that gate." The "old" bride said to show the way the men had gone.
Driving slowly across the pasture, once she had gotten through the gate, and following a barbed wire fence, she decided to make a plan to get her husband into the truck and take her to get something to eat. She figured, rightly, that he would want to while away the evening hours killing whatever moved along the pastures as they drove along. To her, a typical "man thing", and a complete waste of time. So she carefully laid the typical young woman's plan, and laughed aloud at the appropriateness, and undoubted success it would bring. She was hungry!
The men were easily found. All she had to do was watch the sky. The 500 billion watt "airport searchlight" of a handheld spotlight lit up the sky whenever the men was not too concerned about turning the light off while tossing critters into the back of the Ranch Truck. The over-arching light was a beacon anyone could follow.
As she pulled up to the Ranch pickup the two men were leaning on the tailgate. A huge pile of something looking like a ton of dead animals of all kinds were loaded into the bed of the truck "Good thing she had a plan!" She thought as she knew they would drink a little whiskey and skin the passel of them tonight. But forget that she had been in class all day and was hungry.

She rolled down the window and glanced at the two "Ranchhands" and put her plan into action. She spoke to her husband in French. As they had both taken years of French lessons in school, and she was wanting to entice him using the "language of love" to better and faster have her way, which was to eat something before she fainted away with hunger.
Her words will not be quoted here for obvious reasons, but it was to the effect of "what I am going to do to you to give you unabashed and unending pleasure, as soon as I get something to eat, and get you home alone, you won't believe! "big boy"!
With that, and knowing that his partner in crime, the Ranch Foreman, would have no idea what she said, yet he was more than a little embarrassed that she had used the slang French that was more than bawdy, he grinned at her. But then, he hesitated still, because he knew it would throw a kink into the skinning of the animals. His buddy would have to either freeze them whole, and the skinning of them later would be really hard, or take his leave and make up some excuse that would let him off without a comment about his "love life' from the buddy. He was thinking hard.

All of a sudden, the Ranch Foreman straightened up and looked at the young married man with a twinkle in his eye, and using prefect French, told him that as his partner he would be glad to take his place, and sort of "fill in", if his buddy wanted to skin the animals, or felt he was not up to any other task!
You see, the Ranch Foreman had traveled with his Father, a Doctor of some renown, when he had gone to France to study some new technical level of his practice. They had put the Ranch Foreman into public school for years!
The young married woman turned so many shades of red that she finally just cranked the truck and started backing across the pasture along the main trail, through the gate, and down to the house where she had started the trip.
As the two men followed in a bouncing, tippling, and at times, "tippling" way across the pasture along the two lane trail made by the pickup in days past. Tipping, or "tippling" a small bottle of whiskey they had stowed in the pickup, the women knew nothing about so it was beyond their "bitching" reach, up to take small sips and to celebrate their good fortunes. It was more than enough to be young, married to beautiful women, and be on a Ranch large enough to feel like real Cowboys.
And finally reaching the house in their own good time, they pulled up to the Ford the young married lady was driving, but she had begun to back up more than two hundred yards before she stopped in the main Ranch road, the engine running.

The two men continued to laugh, to make bawdy jokes, and then to ease along after her. She then backed up just as far and as fast as the Ranch truck was moved towards her.
The two men finally figured out that the young man was going to be made to walk to prevent the eyes and the laughter of the "old married" Ranch Foreman to reach, and to cause his young bride more embarrassment.

He got out of the truck, made some apologetic comments to the Foreman, amid answering bawdy jokes, and walked to the Ford pickup. The young bride waited, instead of backing up as he walked to her, only feinting such as he first started to walk towards the Ford. She was too hungry to play more games, or he would, he knew, be in for a tough time!

Later,
Dan Bunch
Tx

THE RETREAT

"THE RETREAT"  $45 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb paper.

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Howdy,

I try my best to show movement, motion, and emotion in my paintings. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. If it seems like in one painting I might be losing my mind, it is just me ignoring the rules again and trying to show motion and emotion. Every painting is an experiment. There is no "This way" about art. That is why it is so intriguing. It is not a simple subject that can be taught as a Expert might teach some technical skill. It is much more than one single odyssey.

Memories are flooding over me today. I was talking to the wife about a senior citizen that used to be in the Navy. And with the weather as it is, it just causes me at times to remember my days in the Navy. I served aboard River Patrol Boats in the VN war. Yep! I am an American Veteran and damn proud of it. I do not however miss a single day of those terrible times. It was either "Wait"; "Boring"; or "Quick get a gun!" and I might add, "Call Moonriver!" (call for help like helos!)

But I survived, somewhat. I still to this day pay for those many days. The health you know? And the fact is the only thing that gets me upset these days is to hear someone define me and others like me, as "vietnam vets". I am not, as I pointed out to you earlier, a "vietnam vet"! Otherwise, I am old, and getting more than set in my ways and hard to get along with, as the wife would describe me.

Me and my wife were childhood sweethearts. We attended the same school. We had fun with the same friends. And we have two children, and five grandchildren. It is almost time to start expecting marriages, and then Great Grandchildren! Now that is hard to contemplate! I still have the mind of a 18 year old! Of course that is the "delayed stress" coupled with a "short term memory loss". And worse, but I don't want to bore you. Veterans, that is, combat Veterans, tend to have what is called a "Peter pan complex". They never grew up. So I am, in some ways, still "stuck" in my late teens. But then most men are just grown up "little boys" with hormones and a "Rut" complex.

Later,

Dan Bunch

TX

THREE CROWS TALK IT OVER

"THREE CROWS TALK IT OVER"   $75 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb paper.

FIGHTING FOR PLACE

"FIGHTING FOR PLACE"  $75 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on 9" X 12" 140 lb paper.

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Howdy,

Horses fight. It is a way of life bred into them by nature. Geldings, and Mares, and even the two at times, will fight for a sort of "pecking order". The Mare will always win! Unless you have a Stud or two. Then all bets are off. The Studs fight. Instead of just to the point of "cosmetic damage" like the Geldings and Mares, they will at times fight to the injury or death of one or the other. Then the Stud has no equal. Except that as far as the herd leadership goes, it is the Mare that leads. The Stud is more like in charge of Security. The Mare leads the herd.

Oh! 80 degrees F. by Thursday! Typical TEXAS!

later,
Dan Bunch
TX

SHADY BREAK

SHADY BREAK $85 U.S.

Painted in Acrylic on " X " canvas.

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Howdy,
I love longhorns! I love Buffalo, but not up close and in person. I have heard people say they wish that buffalo and other wild animals run wild again in west and central America. How stupid is that in my opinion.
If, I ask them, "Buffalo roamed freely. What would you do if a herd ran into and trough your garage? Nothing will stop them, nothing! What if they ran through your yard when your children were out playing?
It was rough and tough enough in N. Tex when the settlers were getting here and most of the explorers and trappers were just leaving or taking other occupation. Buffalo used to cross Red River, just about where Gainesville, Tx is now. And if you stood on the East side of the herd, as many did back then to observe. The buffalo ran for three days or more! You could not see the other side, west side, of the herd! And the wolves following them were in the hundreds of pounds weight. Think that is an exageration? There were rattlesnakes that were brough to town over 20 ft. (I saw a skin mounted on a 20 ft. long 2" x 8" board once) The people took herds of pigs to the rail head in Denison, TX, by driving them like cattle. The herds were sometimes of 2,000 or more.
The Red River flooded. Taking out rails, and in some cases, Trains! A president was born in Denison, Tx due to that. Although it steamed him and was a sense of embarressment to the family. He climed VA as his birthplace. The liar was (hint:) a general before he was president. (I once wore a button; "I like Ike" Yeah, I'm olern' dirt! :)
So it was more than tough back then. You had to do laundry today? Bad enough. But did you go to the well and draw 16 pails of water, then heat the water in a black vat using wood you chopped? And did you wash using lye soap you made earlier in that same vat using the drippings from the wood ash? Did you have to spread the laundry upon the bushes having no wire or rope good enough to use? Did you have a bear take you in the late evening while you gathered the laundry, as you had put that job off until after supper? It all happened folks, right here where I live today! (yeah, I not only love history, I write "western" :) (nothing but articles in magazines printed though.

Later,
Dan Bunch
TX

THINKING IT OVER

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Howdy,
It seems the whole world is changing! I got news for ya though. As I am not one of them "talking heads" you see on TV, I am not stupid either. I made a vow not to "talk" politics on this blog. And I aim to stick to 'er! But I would just like to point out that they are a lying pack o' hounds!
The world ain't changing for the better!
How do I know this? Being so educated/uneducated as we all find outselves to be, I must depend upon what I can see. And then translate that into what might 'Be'. I do know that the world (society that is meant in this case) has NEVER changed for the better!
So what makes anyone think that as it is clearly changing, that it is changing for the better? It NEVER has in history. (modern history is meant here) So what makes someone think or say it is? They are honing their own blades, at your expense! If you are stupid enough to follow the "News", then you are probably too stupid to follow your own sense of things and so you would know better your own self.
OOPS! There I go getting up on that "soupbox" again! And I promised I wouldn't do that! So I will cut that stuff out right now.
But am I happy for the Egyptians? NOPE! And can you figure out why?
Well, yer on yer own. Unless I make a political blog! Now..........there's a thought!
Later,
Dan
TX

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Howdy,
You would think that a blabbermouth like me would not have much trouble blogging. Especially one that has already been posting in article sites in his own "space" for quite a while. But the fact is, my "genre" was politics. And to post a political column in amongst my art would, I believe, be the "kiss of death". I am as sure of that as I am that most shouldn't start conversations, nor encourage them, in polite gatherings. Like at family reunions. Oh! Your family reunions are not "polite"? Perhaps that is due to your talking about politics, or trying to start a conversation about politics at your family reunions!

Fact is, I haven't been to too many family reunions. I love em. But they are hard to get to now a days. A funny story comes to mind about family reunions. My father, deceased now so I can tell stories about him, once told me that there was a "bunch" reunion started years ago for the Bunch's around the Dallas Ft. Worth area. He said that he once traveled to attend it. He tried to tell me it was "so many miles" southwest of the "Metroplex" as the DFW area is named, " So many turns, and corner turning" that he got lost and was not sure where he had been or how to tell me where he had been. And thankfully there was a kinsman driving that knew where he was going. And whenever they got close enough there were signs. Cardboard type, garage sale" type, signs everywhere along the many roadways accessable to this place, to point out the correct place they were to go.

We do that in this country due to not having many addresses or curb numbers. We give directions like, "Go to the large barn, you know the red metal one they just built? Then hang a right, then......" People have now begun to put up a sort of "911" emergency number on a small green field that is mostly sold by the Community fire dept. as a fund raiser. These small signs tell the address of people's homes so the ambulance can find them in emergencies. A good thing. There was no other system in place down all these small suburban roadways.

Anyway, having found out about this reunion one day, he had gone at the last moment. So he had not told me about the reunion, believing that I could not have attended, and not having been before himself, and was not really sure if this was one of our "Bunch" bunch! That is to say, there are a lot of Bunch families the we cannot seem to make connection with so as to make sure how they "fit" into ours. It is not a simple thing, due to a lot of lost documents, people changing their names, hiding, disappearing for one reason or another. Lots of tumultuous things have happened in America in its formative years, and especially during and after the Civil War, which was not so Civil as everyone says it was. It was hell on people such as my family, by the way.

Anyway, he told me about this family reunion when I had last visited him. And that the fact was he had fun, and found tons of people he knew or could connect to our family directly. So then one day not long after, I was driving down the road to a town near me, not the County Seat, where I do live. But it was on a specific errand, and I was thinking about doing that, when suddenly I got to thinking about my dad telling me about this family reunion. I wondered why, or what, subconsciously, had sent me to thinking about this in particular that morning. I then thought I was just day-dreaming. And that I had better start paying attention to my driving and my errand or I was going to make a mistake that might cost me. I wondered later what had set me to thinking about this family reunion.

One the way home, I suddenly saw one of those cardboard signs! It had been rained on. The wind had torn at it. But it was there! It was easily read. I was so shocked! It was only three or four miles from my home!

Later when I told my dad, he had no idea he had been that close, nor really where he had been. Not when he was there, and not later. Now that is funny to me.

Later,
Dan
TX



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