Joan Steacy's Studio and Blog

Playing in life-sized cars sure was a fun way to grow up! My dad got away with a lot in those days, except when a the odd tire would go astray! My mom was smart for staying in the house. I can still remember the dynamite caps my dad used - I think he had a guardian angel watching out for him. As kids, we were very fortunate to never have gotten hurt by the flying shrapnel!!