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My Dear friends

my life story of art. that is my art, and no one else, I will not go in to detail of all of my life. But I will hit on some of the hilights, for instant when I was a Boy I loved to make Picturs, no one paide me aney minde. But the sunday [[strikethrough]] sh [[/strikethrough]] school gave  a fitival this is in Goshen N.Y. the A M. E- Chirtch for the sunday school members were to give somtheing to sell. so I went to a stor and got a yard of muslin and cut it into 6 pieces and fringed them, then I drue Picturs on them such as Jesus ascending into Heaven and so on, they were sold that night, to some one, a weeke after a old lady called me and said, did you - make them 6 tidies. I tole her I did and she said to me look at this and showed me one of the tidies, and said I washed them this is all that I have of them, and I seen a cleen pice of matieral in her hand. she didnot realies that they were made with crayon; so time went on. on tell the wor of 1917. I went over seas with the old 15th n.y. inf. fighting no 369 inf; this Brought out all of