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  • Writer: Annie Mason
    Annie Mason
  • 4 min read

In 1972, I completed my Fine Arts degree from Westfield State College (now Westfield State University). Ready to conquer the world, I set out to be an elementary art teacher. It was exciting to land a job in my hometown.


The position involved "running" (well. not really) from school to school and teaching the art curriculum at Kindergarten through fifth-grade levels. I was assigned three schools in the district, which numbered about 1000 kids in a two-week rotation.


This story involves one of those schools and one particular young boy.


Fort Meadow Elementary. Shortly after the school year started, a group of people and the classroom teacher of one of the fourth grades met me at the door to tell me there would be a new "special needs" student who was being mainstreamed into the classroom. He came into the school accompanied by the para-educator assisting his side. I had all the usual feelings: What were his issues? What could he do? What would I have to do? I was filled with some fear and apprehension.


Rick Hoyt was wheeled in and brought to the back of the room. Over time, I slowly got to know him. The classroom teacher explained that his wheelchair was "state-of-the-art." The chair had a computer that allowed him to "tap out his answers" on the foot pedals, and his teachers would translate. Some students figured out the codes and used Rick as their "cheat sheet" on math problems.


My typical art curriculum involved drawing, painting, crayons, chalk, cut and paste, and other two-dimensional projects. Every so often, I would throw in more unique lessons. On this day, we made "pinch pots" with natural clay, not Play-Doh. The process involves giving each student a hand-sized clump of clay. They would then roll it into a smooth ball, poke in their thumbs, and begin to form a little pot. Finally, they would draw their initials on the bottom, and these would be taken to another school where they would be fired and dried in a pottery kiln and later painted in a ceramic glaze.


I started giving out the clay, and the classroom became alive with excitement. I demonstrated the technique and began to pass out the clay chunks. Ricky was the last of the students I approached, waiting patiently with his para-helper. I took Ricky's hands and plopped the clay into them. He immediately screeched at a level that could be heard three classrooms down the hall.


I was horrified and concerned that I had upset him. Then, I got closer to him and looked at his face. It was bright with enthusiasm, and he was grinning ear to ear. I couldn't believe it. I had made a connection with Rick that would last the rest of my life. For the first time (probably the last), I left the rest of my students alone and spent the rest of this time working with Ricky.


Who is Ricky Hoyt?



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Five years later, he and his dad would run a fundraiser for a local lacrosse player paralyzed in an accident. When it was over, Rick told his father: "Dad, when I’m running, it feels like I’m not handicapped." Together, they are a running duo known worldwide. Together Dick and Rick Hoyt have inspired the running community to beat the odds.








Dick and Rick have done countless triathlons and iron-man races and competed in 32 Boston Marathon events. Yes. Team Hoyt was there when the Boston bombing caused such heartache in the annual event of 2013. The two were two miles from the finish line when the police patrol stopped them and told them what had happened. Dick was concerned about others on the Team and that they might be at the finish line. All were safe, and the rest of the team had finished. What a terrible scare for all who were impacted by this tragedy.






The Hoyts Team Hoyt
Rick and Dick Hoyt


In 2015, I decided that I would like to reunite with both Rick and Dick in Rick's apartment in Massachusetts. We remembered a lot of stories about Rick and laughed at his antics. My husband took several photographs, and later, I drew an image of both in charcoal pencil. It hangs on the "wall of memories" in Rick's apartment.



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As I write these memories, the world has learned that Dick Hoyt has passed. CNN ESPN 's Twitter account and The Boston Globe are among the media platforms posting stories about this sports icon. The tributes are flowing in from all over the world. Dick Hoyt and Rick Hoyt have inspired the running communities but also families who have had their lives positively impacted by the courage and determination of these two. "Yes, [absolutely] You Can."




A group of runners, sports commentators, and athletes honor Team Hoyt in this tribute video (30 minutes):






It's an honor that my own life has been impacted by these two. My story above is among the many shared by others in the book, One Letter at a Time by Dick and Rick Hoyt and my friend, Todd Civin.






Books on the Hoyts are available on Amazon. As an Amazon Associate, I will earn a small commission for your purchase at no additional cost. I am among the contributors to this book, One Letter at a Time by Rick and Dick Hoyt, with Todd Civin. It's a story every runner should read.







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Search "Team Hoyt" on YouTube, and you will find videos on the Hoyt family.




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  • Writer: Annie Mason
    Annie Mason
  • 2 min read

Watercolor is my medium (check a recent blog post on this topic)... CREATE. Why? I have talked about how I love pen & ink with watercolor. It might not be much of "a change of pace," but it seems to be a HUGE change in style.


This idea began when the owner of Heather a Boutique in downtown Fredericksburg, Virginia, had a quick chat with me while I visited her shop. Heather wondered whether some of the iconic sites in this historic district could be the subject of some of my greeting cards.


The thought stayed in my head for months, pushed back by the strange intervention of Covid-19. Heather's shop was one of so many in Fredericksburg that needed to shut its doors in mid-March and continued to do so into the summer months. Like many shop owners, she had to devise creative ways of selling her wares remotely, by phone, email, and appointment. It's been very hard on the independent shops.





Now to my revelation: Why not just pick a place, take a picture, pick a pen, and start?


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The result is quite striking, at least to my eye. Architecture has never been my strong suit. The curves of flowers and birds keep my arm loose, and accidents can be quickly adapted with some paint to the affected boo-boo.


The straight, bold, perspective lines of buildings and facades are unforgiving. "Oops" cannot happen with a pen or ruler. Can I do this? Yes. Yes, I can.


First came the photographs. A foray down to Fredericksburg on a lovely day gave me at least three different places to dive into. I knew well enough not to do this on a Saturday afternoon. Even during the lockdown in March and April, people were bound to be out walking their dogs along the tree-lined sidewalks.




With my camera at the ready, I found parking spots (Fredericksburg is notoriously hard to park your car, and you had better beware: the local police might mark your tires and come back to boot that exact tire if you haven't moved in the allotted time frame).








Below are the results. Hold the cursor over any fifteen images for the title. Click for more information.




The jump to try my hand at architectural drawing is a change. Isn't it nice to "shake it up" sometimes? It can be scary, yet refreshing.



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  • Writer: Annie Mason
    Annie Mason
  • 3 min read


Watching the numerous web pages, platforms, including Facebook and Pinterest, as well as blogs and other online spaces where artists share their creativity, is fascinating. When the pandemic hit in early March 2020, I experienced mixed emotions: What will I do? How will this affect my family and me? Whoa...I'll have much more time in my studio.



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As the weeks went on, however, I would go into my art studio and find that I would wander around, pick up brushes, and find something needing to be moved, only to end up doing nothing. The rest of the day was spent caring for family needs. I often check into Facebook groups, mostly art-related, especially when a notification catches my attention. Two Facebook groups that I belong to are All Animal Watercolors and Women Artists & their Art


I found it fascinating that so many people were experiencing a lack of motivation or inspiration, which I was feeling.



Not much had changed. Start and stop. My creative juices were dried up like rotten tomatoes.


Soon, I let whatever was going to happen happen. Personal family issues had taken up a lot of my attention, and I knew this was another factor contributing to my lack of inspiration and creative momentum.


Where does creativity come from? Why?


Sometimes, it comes from the natural progression of events: Over the last several years, I have set aside the illustrations I did for a book authored by Dr. Bertice Berry. I know how swamped she is...and I am very patient. We both share a "right time, right place" mentality. So this book is going to happen. Why not get it back on its course? I was unhappy with some of the pages, and over the years, I had honed my painting skills, allowing my confidence to grow. I went through and revised all 24 pages of illustrations to my satisfaction. This book is back on track and is poised for real success.


My dearest friend called upon me to paint the canvas seat on a Director's chair for her grandson. I sighed because I worried the course canvas fabric and watercolor would not work on this project. I would be using acrylics (not my favorite choice). The design my friend wanted was a baseball theme to match her grandson's bedroom décor. I love baseball, too (Go, Nats!), so this was good.


It turned out that doing something with paint that was not the norm and having the joy of making this for my dearest friend, who had lost her husband not long ago, brought creativity back into my heart.

Is that where it lies?


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CREATE. "Keep Creating Like No One's

Watching."



Creativity is fluid. It sits just below the skin. It simmers and perks while not brewed prematurely.



It's spontaneous and cognitive, deliberate yet emotional, and, most of all, unexpected and unanticipated.


Why? Why not? We are all creative in many ways. Perhaps no one is watching, or maybe someone is watching over us.



Addendum:

Flash forward to 2024. I have a new art studio in our new home. It's a pleasure to be on the ground level and not have to navigate two flights of stairs. My bones say, "Thank you."


I still question CREATIVITY. It's elusive, to be sure. Maybe that's the goal of every artist. The desire to forge new routes and make free and unique associations between ideas, concepts, emotions, memories, symbols, imaginative forms, objects, and words that can be developed into the most fulfilling and original artworks.



Since the original post from 2019, my portfolio has jumped to over 300 works. My style has changed. See A change of pace and style.



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