- Confessions of an Artist
Poignant Recollections of an Artist's Life
in which the Just are Praised and Hypocrites Lampooned
By Herman Gabriel, 1884-1957 - I was born.
- Earliest memories
First day in school
The rain barrel and the wolves
The girls take me to a street carnival and ditch me. - Medicine Shows, sleigh bells in winter, German dances, original beer gardens
Fun in a hay field, the old wagon shed, I learn to rush the can.
Empty beer barrels and their aroma
My angel mother, my sadistic father
I am sent to find the old man
I find him in the county ditch unable to get out. - Taught to believe that receiving money unearned is sinful
Clout on the head - my young brother is born.
Leaky roof, Corn husk mattresses and feather ticks
Gypsy thieves - trail of feathers
Duck pond swimming hole - "My poor Jimmey is dead." - The saloon keeper's daughter and son take their weekly bath in the back yard.
The art of rag and bone picking in alleys, the honey dumpers guild, privy terrors
Our rooster falls down the privy hole,
My brave brother crawls down the hole to retrieve the bird.
A mess to behold! - The art of punking at shooters - Skill required
School bully, the terror of the latrines
Burnt offering once a month
Galleries
I was born.
Earliest memories
First day in school
The rain barrel and the wolves
The girls take me to a street carnival and ditch me.