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Friday Family History: Childhood Artwork

When we visited my in-laws this summer, John's mom gave us a folder containing some of John's old school papers.  I don't know  how old John was when he drew this, nor do I know exactly what the assignment was.  I only know that I love this picture.  
 

 



I love the hat.  I love the arms.  I love the serious expression.  I'm not sure if he's running or directing traffic; it doesn't really matter.  I'm so curious about the vehicle.  Is it the police car?  Is it on fire?  Has it been in some terrible accident?  Is that its headlight or a nose?  I love the fact that it looks a lot like John's first Anglia.  And I love the all-capital block-printed name.  My sweet husband was once a young boy, perhaps with dreams of being a policeman when he grew up. 

Do you have childhood art saved, either yours,  your spouse's, or your child's?

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Thanks for simple colored childhood art.

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  1. Great picture - looks like a policeman and police car (note the star on the door) to me.

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  2. John's picture is beautiful -- what a treasure! I don't have any of my own or my husband's art but I do have some special pieces of my daughter's and lots of walls covered in artwork by my granddaughter!

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  3. This is so cool -- just love these memories! I made over-size folders for each of my children when they started pre-school & tucked away almost every piece of artwork or homework paper they brought home. That got to be too much, so I became more selective in what I kept, but didn't always date papers, which was a big mistake. Anyway, a few years ago, I created albums for both adult children as a Christmas present, covering pre-birth through pre-marriage. I went through those old folders and chose very special school papers, scanned & resized them for those albums. It was so much fun being able to add those special papers.

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