Yup, you read it right. When we moved out of our house on Tolman Street the Red Bo
wling Ball of Love was mistakenly left behind under the lilac tree. We didn't realize this until it was too late. We tried to get our friends who lived across the street to retrieve it for us, but it never quite happened.The shortened history is: Steve gave this to Holly, the first gift he ever bought her (.50 at a Goodwill store in Eugene.) It traveled with Holly to camp in Idaho, with us to Philadelphia and back to Oregon, and became lawn art when we moved to Tolman Street.
Today we heard that an artist was now living in our old house and she was showing her work in the shed out back. This was part of a city wide event where artists opened their studios to show their work.
We visited and the artist, Kari Dunham. She was very nice, had some beautiful paintings, talked to the boys about art and did a charcoal sketch to show them how she did some of her work.
Before we left I asked for a favor: would she mind if we took the bowling ball with us-if she wasn't too attached to it. Not quite the favor she was expecting to be asked, in fact she was rather amused. She didn't mind at all so we picked it up and for now it's sitting outside by our front door.
-Steve
Well what a pleasant surprise this is! There are a lot of memories associated with this bowling ball and I'm so happy it is home where it belongs!
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ReplyDeleteOMG, I'd wondered what became of that... I figured it was in your coat closet or something.
ReplyDeleteThe Bowling Ball of love is a weighty thing! I'm impressed that you've been lugging it around for so long.
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