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My dad entered an art fair in Virginia Beach in 1970. He loaded all his paintings and a display bin into his Ford Torino, and we drove to the east coast. That is, Dad, Mom and a three-year old, in a two-door car with a car-top carrier. Sounds like mom didn't enjoy the trip a whole lot. While she got to sit on the beach for a week, she had to sit on the beach for a week. With a three-year-old. Dad said he got sun poisoning. Even with an umbrella, the sun reflected off the boardwalk. His lips were all swelled up.
The art fair was one the boardwalk in the city of Virginia Beach. It was a mile long, with artists down both sides. I asked him how he learned of it, and he wasn't sure. Probably from a magazine, he said. He didn't really know what to expect, he just went. He had to carry his entire inventory five blocks every day for five days. He said a storm came in one day. He covered everything and tied it down, and watched other artists chase their paintings down the boardwalk.
He was chosen by the jury for, I don't know what it was called, special recognition. He didn't win a prize, but he was happy to be recognized. Sounds like that was a rather small group.
Being in that area, we were able to do some sightseeing. I remember seeing the Washington monument, and I know we saw some lighthouses. My dad likes to remind me that he carried me up to the top of the tallest one. That was the only time I've ever been in Virginia or Washington DC.
On a tangent... we talked about being able to pack all of that stuff into a car, and he mentioned how well his dad could pack a car. My dad said that at one time, his uncle was going on a trip, and couldn't get everything into his car. So Dad's uncle asked my grandpa to pack it for him. He got everything in, of course, but after the uncle got where he was going and unloaded, he couldn't get everything back in!
The art fair was one the boardwalk in the city of Virginia Beach. It was a mile long, with artists down both sides. I asked him how he learned of it, and he wasn't sure. Probably from a magazine, he said. He didn't really know what to expect, he just went. He had to carry his entire inventory five blocks every day for five days. He said a storm came in one day. He covered everything and tied it down, and watched other artists chase their paintings down the boardwalk.
He was chosen by the jury for, I don't know what it was called, special recognition. He didn't win a prize, but he was happy to be recognized. Sounds like that was a rather small group.
Being in that area, we were able to do some sightseeing. I remember seeing the Washington monument, and I know we saw some lighthouses. My dad likes to remind me that he carried me up to the top of the tallest one. That was the only time I've ever been in Virginia or Washington DC.
On a tangent... we talked about being able to pack all of that stuff into a car, and he mentioned how well his dad could pack a car. My dad said that at one time, his uncle was going on a trip, and couldn't get everything into his car. So Dad's uncle asked my grandpa to pack it for him. He got everything in, of course, but after the uncle got where he was going and unloaded, he couldn't get everything back in!
