ArtStream Ava Mural Project
Ava Mural Project 2009- "Lessons Learned" Stories
The following stories were recorded by the artists whose name appears next to their artwork.
The story behind my painting. My grandfather moved from Poland to the United States. When he was in Poland he was forced to the concentration camps under Hitler’s rule were he was forced to do several things good or bad. He Moved to Chicago Illinois were he started living his new life until he was offered land in Missouri. He liked the scenery so he bought 37 acres out west 76 to build a house and start a life. So when I was born my family moved down to ava because my father had to come take care of him. The house in my painting belonged to my grandpa I learned a lot from him he was a vary wise man and he taught me so much he helped teach me right from wrong the old style of living. Thanks to my family I am the person I am today.
It was 1985 I was a senior in high school; the football game was letting out. I was going west bound on Y highway and all the traffic from the football game was going east bound. And there was a kid on a bike east bound but he was in my lane and he was by passing all the traffic. And I didn’t see him until it was too late, I hit my brakes, we hit head-on, he went flying over the car. I got out and ran after him and he had to broken legs that you could plainly see and him laying on the ground screaming it was his fault and he was sorry and then to this day as far as I know he’s still in a wheel chair. I guess the life lesson is that you need to pay attention to your surroundings, in a car, on a bike, anything and just be careful.
Me and my friend Chance were out to have fun one day and couldn’t find anything to do. So we picked up a few more people and started to get a broad idea of what we might like to go do.
We ended up going out to the local bar and played a few games of pool. After out second game the electric bull was brought out on stage. chance was the first one to get up there. He didn’t even stay on long enough to ever break a sweat. So a few other people got on and did what they could do, the longest anyone stayed on was about a minute and a half.
Chance had got a beer down by now and was ready to hop back on, he did about as good as the first time. When chance got down he puked his innards out. After that he headed strait for me and said
”An important lesson that I have learned in my lifetime is that love can be found in unexpected places. When I was around 12 or 13 I went to the movie theater with a few buddies of mine. There was a girl sitting in front of me with her pretty long blonde hair almost touching the floor in front of me, so I decided to be a jerk and put my knees up on the back of her chair. She kept on tugging and tugging and finally said ‘You’re on my hair,’ and I said ‘I know’. Well after the movie I ended up going a few miles out of my way to walk her home and we didn’t see each other again for a long time. Years later we met and after I realized it was that same girl, we fell in love and I married her.” –Grandpa Miller
I lived on what was called Benton Ave. then, they've changed the names of the streets, the street behind the (Ava) Drug Store that goes straight East and goes right up behind Casey's. And almost all the people, when I grew up, lived on the East side of town. In fact, they still do. If you run for election, and you win big on the East side, you've won.
My mural was based off of the story of how my grandparents met. My grandmother used to go to the to the county fair with my great grandmother. It used to be one of her favorite places to go. This particular year it had been extremely dry. The fairgrounds were covered in dust and dirt, so when everyone rode in on their horses and whatnot the dust would get stirred up. They decided to wet the dirt down to create mud. Well, my grandpa decided to go running through the mud and ended up getting some people dirty. When my grandmother saw this she thought that he was the meanest boy she had ever seen, but little did she know she would end up marrying him later on.
My name is Tim Young and I served in the Marine Core back in 1980-84 and…my story, my life lesson story is don’t hit your sergeant with a lollipop.
When I was in the military…we…was pulling the butts and you have a big stick called a lollipop with a round disk on it, and you would signal if the person miss or hit a bulls eye or whatever. Well the person shot and they missed, so you take the stick across, swing across the bulls eye, it shows that they missed, well when I went across it hit the sergeant and knocked him out.
By the way, the butts is the, behind the targets where ever you shoot at the rifle range and a lollipop, like I said, is a big stick with a disc on it that you signal with.
“One of the things I’ve learned by living in the Ozarks is that family is one of the most important things; and, that coming home – there’s nothing like it.” by Jennifer Melton
It was 2008 and I thought it would be good for my life to get baptize at the church I was going to. I talked to the pastor about setting the date for which I could have this done. He said that would be great for you. He tried to get my son to do it but he was not with me at the time I had this done. I went to bed the night before I would have this done and I just laid in bed thinking about what was going to happen after I have this done. I had a dream that night about my life was going to be the greatest and no one could hurt my family. Therefore, I woke up that morning got dressed and had my 3 cups of coffee. I kissed my daughter goodbye and told her that I would be home in a few hours. I got out the church near Thornsfield. I went in to talk to the pastor to find out where the location of the baptizing and he told me that there was a creek just down the road from the church. Therefore, we packed up in a few trucks and headed down the road. When we got there, they told me that the water was going to be cold and I said oh well Ill warm up on the way home. After the baptizing, I knew that all my sins had been washed away and someone was looking over me. We all chit chatted for a little bit then I told everyone that I had to leave and go take care of my kids.
The person that I interviewed was Mrs. Carl, one of our science teachers. The reason I chose her was because she is a respectable person who is rather intelligent. Her reason for loving the Ozarks was because of the peace that it brings her. She says it’s a great place to raise a family which she as chosen to do. Compared to the busyness of California where she use to live. So the image I get in my head is someone relaxing by a tree reading a book. I forgot to mention she loves the trees and her surroundings. So she has learned that some peace and quite can do the soul a world of good.
So when grandma was little her dad collected pennies through the year. So every year at Christmas all the kids would gather around the tree and dad would throw all of the pennies he had collected over the year in the air. So all of the kids would run and collect as many pennies as possible. All the pennies they collected would be their spending money for the year.
I chose to ask Jerrie Brooks (my mom) about a story of the Ozarks. This is what she said, “When I was nineteen, I went to a church camp, along the way there was a dairy farm. We drove past it and cows were along the fence, and remember that I’m on a bus filled with about thirty-to-forty other teens. When we drove past I yelled, “ I didn’t know that cows had fur!” Everyone laughed, then I realized how dumb I sounded, I didn’t live that down for about a mouth. So Zach that’s when I learned if you just realized something that’s really dumb, don’t say it out loud.
On a hot summer day, my dad’s cousin, Jerry Hartley, came down to visit. It was extremely hot outside so they wanted to go to the creek that was just a little ways down the road. They went and asked my grandmother,