There was an outfielder on that team named Hank Thompson. Bobby Thomson was white and Hank Thompson was black. I asked my father if they were brothers. He laughed and said: “No. You know how you can tell they’re not brothers?”
I said I didn’t. He said, “Hank Thompson spells his last name t-h-o-m-p-s-o-n. Bobby Thomson doesn’t have a ‘p’ in his last name. If they were brothers they would spell their names the same.”
It was years before I realized what a terrific thing that was to say to a kid.
From "A Hero Named Bobby" by Bob Herbert (NY Times via Ryan).
I remember talking to him about my drawings and art. He preferred our abstract works to our realistic pictures and discouraged figuration, which is silly - children want to be able to draw things that look real. He wasn't very understanding of the little girl stuff: that's why you have a mother. But the best project we made with him was an amazing life-scale horse. Little girls love horses, and what could be better than making a realistic, life-size horse with your dad?" —Rebecca Smith on her father David Smith
Read more: Making a Horse With Dad, Tate Etc., August 2006
Candida and Rebecca Smith's bedroom (c.1962), photographed by their Dad. Top: Rebecca and Candida plastering a horse (c.1961), photographed by their Dad. ©Photographs: David Smith ©Estate of David Smith
Solid cherry and leather rocker by Rick Pohler. Originally made for his own kids (in the mid-1970s of course), now available at Objects USA.
• Slept in until 10am.
• Chocolate croissant and bacon in bed.
• Rad card.
• Sing-a-long with Elsa to "Sloop John B".
• Drum-a-long with Astrid to "Wouldn't It Be Nice".
• Cooling off in the kiddie pool.
• I smell a chocolate cake.
Hope you all had a good one.
