Art zone with nancy guppy biography

Personal

 Born at Swedish hospital. I’m a month early and weigh less than 5 pounds.

 According to family lore I spend most of the year crying. 

 Make Grandma Thora promise that she’ll never get old. She promises.

 John F.

Kennedy dies. 

 After winning the sack race at my own birthday party, am told that it isn’t polite for the birthday girl to claim the prize. I cry and pout and am sent to my room.

 Get caught drawing pictures of naked people.

 My dad and his best friend build an A-frame cabin on Whidbey Island.

Spend a decade of idyllic summers on the shores of Useless Bay.

 Lay on a skateboard as I travel down a hill, dragging the toes of my saddle shoes because I hate them. Get in lots of trouble but it’s worth it because my replacement shoes are adorable red t-straps. Big sister Anne never gets over the unfairness.

 My straight-laced banker father brings home the Beatles’ White