Since my early childhood, the pride and love I have had for the first three sculptures I ever created now remain carved only in my memory. The first one was a small bird whittled out of a large bar of ivory soap. I was not given the "fifteen minutes for my claim to fame" because my mother was too busy with two younger siblings and my father paid little attention to any of his children. He was just eking out a living following the Great Depression which occurred after I was born in 1925.
The second work of art was a papier-mâché sculpture, a very tall giraffe, painted yellow with black spots. It was exhibited on my bedroom dresser for many years.
I did the third piece in my preteen period, winning a Certificate of Honor for a farm complex sculpted in a large sandbox in Warinanco Park in Elizabeth, NJ. This great park was our playground. In the spring and fall we fished and boated on the lake, ice skated and sledded in the winter. The summer was spent at the Jersey Shore where I was content to build sand castles on the beach in Bradley.
It was only after I married, at the too early age of twenty, that I began to work as a serious artist for the next fifty years. This book is about the four hundred sculptures I have carved in stone that will tell the story of my life as I lived it.
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