Alvin poster in Russian!
Cool! A reader here who goes by the name of Harvard Heinous alerted me to the Russian version of the Alvin and the Chipmunks poster I worked on. Pretty cool!

Cool! A reader here who goes by the name of Harvard Heinous alerted me to the Russian version of the Alvin and the Chipmunks poster I worked on. Pretty cool!

Before I decided on the Minotaur I painted below, I drew up this one first but I figured this one wasn’t right for what I was trying to do. This one’s physique is too Incredible Hulk looking and I didn’t want that. I figured that a true Minotaur would not have big biceps as bulls have small legs. Anyway, I still like the drawing so I figure I might as well post it here. Click on the pic to see it a bit bigger.
This is a portrait of my ancestors taken around 1914 or 1915 on the occasion of Eddie ( the young man in the center) going to what I imagine is the first World War.
Left to Right
Top Row: Omar, Emedy, Emil, Eddie, Fred, Francis, Lillian
Seated: Louie, Louie Sr., Felixine (Talbot), Archie.
I am fascinated at looking at these people and knowing they are my family yet I do not know them. They were my Wilfred’s family; my grandfather on my mother’s side. The woman at the top right of the picture is Lillian Tanguay, my great-grandmother. I do slightly remember her from when I was a small boy and have memories of her fuzzy chin and her one blue eye and one green eye, but that’s not who she really was. I only saw the husk of the woman that was. My wife says I look most like Archie (seated on the right). How I would loved to have known these people.
I think about it and it’s really sad, we as a people for the most part, do not know where we came from anymore. We have no heritage anymore. At least I really don’t.
I mean, this is my great Uncles and Aunts and that’s about how far back it goes for me. But who were they? Was Archie a funny guy? Could Eddie draw? Was Lillian a good cook? Did Emil like to read? Was Papa Louis Sr. a baker? A lawyer? A farmer? A handyman? Who was before them?
I just don’t know and sadly I never will because the people who can tell me are dead themselves. The Sixties Generation killed all that sense of family with their “Me Generation” bullshit. But then, it’s best we don’t get me started on how the whole Sixties Hippies crap ruined America or I’ll never stop.
Of course some people believe the Bible teaches that someday I will see all of my family and so I suppose that one day I will get to meet them. I can’t wait for that day if it’s true. Others teach that once in Heaven we won’t care about the family down here because we are all family at that point. I sure hope I do get to meet them and spend time with them. I have so many questions for them. So if they’re looking down on me, are they disappointed in me? Did I live up to their name? Are they proud? Do they even care? My mother died a few years ago and I wonder if she ever checks in on me.
We all have people dating back to the beginning in some way, for me that would have started in France and Italy so somewhere back in time my ancestors were gauls and Romans and fought bloody battles with each other. Who were they? Did I look like any of them?
Maybe a thousand years ago there was a guy on the battlefield that looked exactly like me yelling out obsenities to a Gaul who who looked just like me as well! Amazing to think about. Most likely that’s not the case but you see what I mean. there are millions of people who made us who we are and yet we know only smidgens about them and their lives.
I really wish they would hurry up and build a frickin’ time machine already.