October 17,2019


excerpt from

Ash Fork Madness©️

written by

Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison

copyright 2019 Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison


                   Vivre La Difference

Somehow I had detonated G.B. again and my eyes flashed to meet his. I wondered if he had discovered Madness.
“What’s wrong Honey? What is it?” I asked with exaggerated innocence.
His bright blue eyes protruded as he felt around in his mouth and hauled out — “A ROCK! A GOD DAMNED ROCK!”
I had always been accused of wild culinary evils, such as the time when a mouse found its way into my oven and was cooked with the roast beef. That time my children accused me of trying to conjure up the Devil! Another time I sinned was when my two teen-aged daughters asked me to make them peanut butter and jam sandwiches. They told me to put peanut butter on one side and jam on the other. Lost in thought I put peanut butter on two slices of bread then with distracted difficulty I turned them over and put the jam on the other side. One daughter laughed and the other one cried.
But cooking rocks was far beyond the range of my sins!
I had cooked a southern dish, hocks, beans and cornbread for my husband, the aroma of which issued forth regularly from every house and trailer in town and every trailer and tent in the quarries.
So with indignant confidence I declared, “G.B. I do not cook rocks. It must have fallen off your hat or shirt. After all you’re surrounded by rocks all day.”
“Charle! I know the difference between a rock an’ a piece of flagstone! THIS IS NOT FLAGSTONE! IT’S A ROCK — A GOD DAMNED ROCK!” He stared at me with turquoise eyes blazing and his voice vibrating with leaking restraint.
“What was y’all thankin’ ‘bout while y’all was a-pickin’ the beans?
“I didn’t pick them — I bought them.”
G.B. froze and stared at me, enraged at what he construed as flippancy, then recovering some composure he blared, “WHAT? CHARLE! CHARLE! CHARLE! Listen to me Sweetheart. Did y’all sort the beans fer rocks?”
“No. Should I have?” I asked.
“Oh Charle!” G.B. flung back his head and lamented, “Who in this God damned world but y’all doesn’t know enough to check beans fer rocks?”
Before giggles consumed me, I choked out “Quite a few people — at least in my family.”
And with that G.B. was headed for Alice’s Café “a-goin’ an’ a-blowin’ an’ a-steamin’” out the door.

Posted by Charlotte Madison at 07:42
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For over forty years, painting related totally to the American Southwest. It was people of the dry hot desert, solid mesas, cacti, stone and canyons that made my heart leap.

When I realized I would never see the desert again, I began a search for something to paint. Nana suggested, B.C, vineyards and took me to Penticton where I did one painting. Nana and Gary then began to take me on Mystery tours of the island and always included a vineyard. But they all were so green! So many leaves so many trees - I don't do trees and I rarely use green - dont really like looking at green, but I got started on a duty series not an inspired series.

I guess it was July or early August when we were driving home from a winery visit. I was grousing about painting the Festive Flying Grape series when Gary said "Start another series, you can work on more than one at a time."

For some reason those words triggered the words "I could paint the Island artists!" Nana and Gary agreed and it was the topic of conversation all the way home

For a while I was afraid I wouldn't get volunteers to pose but it is rolling and each one offers something special to inspire me. And it is lovely to feel all I am doing was sparked by Gary and like all I do, supported by Nana.

April Update 2012 Sixteen fine artists, many of national repute, have posed for Artists of Vancouver Island and many are booked or promised. There will be no poses after June 30,2012. When I have painted all twenty-five I will turn my thought to . . . what next?