


I remember being so put off when Dad (Papa) only let me paint under the stairwell at my house on Yazoo Street. I was young. Grade 5 I think. I wanted to help. But the help I was allowed to give didn't' seem like much help at all.
Here I am 25 years (or so) later, only letting Hannah paint under the stairwell. I now know why Dad let me paint under the stairs...it wasn't because I was a bad painter, it was because I was short. Smaller than he was, which made it easier for me to paint than for him to paint. This area is just the right height for Hannah. And she was thrilled to paint it. :) Thanks Helper Hannah.

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