”What is that!” a not too bright passer-by asked. “Is it alive?” as he stood near but but too close. Edging a little closer, “Is it edible?”. Shaking his head he was stunned, “How did that squirrel turn to wood”, talking to himself as he walked away!—happened Saturday at about 3:00pm in front of the gallery as we were shooting photos of Bruce Azevedo’s squirrel—see category Bruce Azevedo–carver.
Archive for August, 2010
What a great family! Little Georgia Sudduth was a sweetheart. She was O. C.’s wife. She was petite with a heart of pure gold! My how they loved Brandon. They would all make over him! He was about 13 when we first started visiting the Sudduths. Georgia was always so concerned with him! Southern Hospitality at its best!
Georgia was the first to pass away. She was sorely missed on our subsequesnt trips!—
During 1995 or 1996 I drove from Stockton,California enroute to FolkFest in Atlanta. I stopped to meet Jimmy Sudduth, the great Black artist in Fayette, Alabama. Jimmy immediately took out his wallet and handed me $20. to have dinner on him. I poliitely refused. Jimmy insisted on putting me up in a motel. He got in my pickup and we drove to downtown Fayette.We stopped at the motel and Jimmy looked at me for a few seconds, then said, “You know, I think we might have the wrong motel”. We then drove to a motel on the edge of town and Jimmy felt I would be more comfortable there. Slight racial difference. I loved Jimmy Sudduth!