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Bearinger Farm - Mannheim
This painting is near and dear to my heart. This was my grandparent’s farm where my mother was born. Later my Aunt Jessie and her husband Howard Bearinger took over the farm and raised their seven children here. Every summer I spent my summer holidays at the Mannheim farm. I loved it so much. We had such a great time there. Later my cousin David and his wife Debbi lived there and raised their girls on this acreage. A few years ago the farm was sold. I was saddened but understood. Then the new owners came in and cleared the property of the old black spruce trees, the barns, silos and storage bins and the house. I was devastated. It was like a mortal blow to my heart. I asked my family if anyone had photos of the barns, the house? Anything? Nothing could be found other than a little piece here or there in the background of family snapshots.. until my great nephew found a photo of his Dad combining wheat and in the background was this image. The photo was small so Dave did his magic and printed out a clear 11” X 17” photo for me to work from. I had to paint this. It was a labor of love. When I paint I put a part of me in each image and the painting becomes a part of me. Forever in my heart and mind. I have made this one of my latest Limited Edition prints so I can share this reminder of our life on the Bearinger Farm at Mannheim. It is available to family but also the public.
S/N 200 copies, 4 A/P – image size is 12” X 32” – Regular retail $150.00 plus applicable Tax
S/N 200 copies, 4 A/P – image size is 12” X 32” – Regular retail $150.00 plus applicable Tax
A Pair of Farm Horses
Long before the tractors and other farm machinery were invented the only source of power for the tiller of the soil was sheer muscular power. Men, women and children all worked from dawn till dusk in the fields, the barns or sheds. First to help lighten the work load was a yoke of oxen, then a team of horses. Steam power created great change too.
Everyday farmers liked horses because they were intelligent and adaptable to change. Most farmers didn’t own pure bred registered stock but rather had rag tag teams of draught horses or mules. Sometime they even put the buggy horse to work in the field as well.
These are the heads of a team that work hard day in and day out. Love them for their strong bodies and big hearts. Hope you will too.
Edition size 100 s/n limited edition prints – image size: ” X ” - each $ pending
Everyday farmers liked horses because they were intelligent and adaptable to change. Most farmers didn’t own pure bred registered stock but rather had rag tag teams of draught horses or mules. Sometime they even put the buggy horse to work in the field as well.
These are the heads of a team that work hard day in and day out. Love them for their strong bodies and big hearts. Hope you will too.
Edition size 100 s/n limited edition prints – image size: ” X ” - each $ pending
Burgundy Lady Slipper
Dave and I attended the London Orchid Society Show in March of 2008 at the Western Fair Complex. That’s where we saw this big, bold beauty.
I couldn’t wait to get back to the studio to see how our photos turned out. They were awesome. I couldn’t wait to begin painting them, but alas, I had commissions to do first.
I have a warped sense of humour, the cartoonist in me I guess. When I look at this bold orchid I see a well-to-do man in a burgundy smoking jacket welcoming his guests to his home. This type of orchid consumes flies and other flying insects for the protein. The insects are trapped in the nectar and can’t get out. After a struggle to survive, they die.
Like all things in life, there are two sides . . . the beauty and the ugliness . . everything in balance.
I like to look at the beauty and the humour. What about you?
- Jenny
Original - 9 3/4" x 10 3/4"
Print size - 9" x 10"
I couldn’t wait to get back to the studio to see how our photos turned out. They were awesome. I couldn’t wait to begin painting them, but alas, I had commissions to do first.
I have a warped sense of humour, the cartoonist in me I guess. When I look at this bold orchid I see a well-to-do man in a burgundy smoking jacket welcoming his guests to his home. This type of orchid consumes flies and other flying insects for the protein. The insects are trapped in the nectar and can’t get out. After a struggle to survive, they die.
Like all things in life, there are two sides . . . the beauty and the ugliness . . everything in balance.
I like to look at the beauty and the humour. What about you?
- Jenny
Original - 9 3/4" x 10 3/4"
Print size - 9" x 10"
Calico Barn
Dave and I like to go for drives around Elgin County country side whenever we can. We always have our camera ready. I try to paint every day and every day I see something new, in a different light or a different season. My Life will not be long enough to paint all that I love here in the country side of Elgin County. In October of 2008 we were driving back from east Elgin, taking the back roads. We were on the road to the St. Thomas Golf and Country Club. We followed the curves and there on the south west side was this barn. The fields were dull browns and harvest gold but the old barn shone a myriad of brilliant, dappled calico colours in the golden sunlight. Shades of red oxide, scarlet, alizarin crimson, magnesium blue, inky Paynes grey and raw sienna. Who knew rusted steel could look so good? I loved the texture of the harvested fields and the leafless sumacs. Old barns are disappearing at an alarming rate. It is my mission in life to preserve our vanishing, ever changing rural landscape for the next generation to appreciate.
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: ” X ” - each $ pending
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: ” X ” - each $ pending
Christmas Caboose
When I was 16 I worked at Paul’s Food Bar next to the L&PS Railway Station on Talbot and Moore St. in St. Thomas. I took coffees over to the staff and the BX Tower. Almost everyone in St. Thomas had a relative or neighbor that work on the rails. St. Thomas was the Railway Capital.
The London Port Stanley Railway delivered coal and oil from Port Stanley to St. Thomas and London. Passengers from London rode on their line in the summer to visit the beach and the famous Stork Club. Today a dedicated crew of volunteers restore and operate the Port Stanley Terminal Rail. They offer rides to St. Thomas and back, murder mystery dinners, visits with the Easter Bunny, Easter Egg hunts and at Christmas a ride on the Christmas Express. You can even book a dinner for a private party. This painting shows the caboose decked out for the Christmas season. Check it out for yourself. The ride is awesome.
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: 9” X 14” - $100.00
The London Port Stanley Railway delivered coal and oil from Port Stanley to St. Thomas and London. Passengers from London rode on their line in the summer to visit the beach and the famous Stork Club. Today a dedicated crew of volunteers restore and operate the Port Stanley Terminal Rail. They offer rides to St. Thomas and back, murder mystery dinners, visits with the Easter Bunny, Easter Egg hunts and at Christmas a ride on the Christmas Express. You can even book a dinner for a private party. This painting shows the caboose decked out for the Christmas season. Check it out for yourself. The ride is awesome.
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: 9” X 14” - $100.00
Coach Dad & Plowman Son - Ford Tractor
The county held their match in 2009 at the farms of Tom Bradish near Talbotville. Dave and I got up and hurried through breakfast and gathered our cameras and loaded my scooter. We were off and what a fine day it was. The turnout of plowmen was excellent. We had a wonderful day. 2010’s county match was held on Sparta Line in August. We went for an hour but then had to leave to get to Milton for the heavy horse event at the Country Heritage Park, but that’s another story. I loved both the antique horse plowing and the many and varied antique tractors and plows. Such an assortment to please any and all fans particular fancy!
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: 13 1/2” X 18” - each $135.00
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: 13 1/2” X 18” - each $135.00
Corn Crib on Marsh Line - Dunwich
Dave and I often travel Marsh Line on the way to his sisters or when we go to West Lorne.
I like country roads because there is so much to see.
We spot Red-tailed Hawks, pheasants, wild turkeys, geese and ducks not to mention families of white tailed deer. The fields, the swampy areas and the bush are different every time we motor down the road.
I loved the look of the old corn crib and the little sheds, the trees and the field.
Because we live with these images every day we tend to take them for granted. I hope scenes like this will be here for my children and their children to enjoy as much as Dave and I do.
Our rural landscaping is changing and I want to record what we have here and now. - Jenny
I like country roads because there is so much to see.
We spot Red-tailed Hawks, pheasants, wild turkeys, geese and ducks not to mention families of white tailed deer. The fields, the swampy areas and the bush are different every time we motor down the road.
I loved the look of the old corn crib and the little sheds, the trees and the field.
Because we live with these images every day we tend to take them for granted. I hope scenes like this will be here for my children and their children to enjoy as much as Dave and I do.
Our rural landscaping is changing and I want to record what we have here and now. - Jenny
Donald Graham & Marianne
Wallacetown Fair wouldn’t be the same without Don Graham and his Percheron horses. Don once delivered milk in Dutton. He has given hay rides for years at Christmas time throughout the village and can always be see showing at the fair. The truck in the background is just as familiar as the horses, as McDonald Trucking has been here forever.
What would we ever do without them?
Mary Anne is braiding the mane and adding the fancy ribbon pieces.
I fondly remember my father’s father sitting down on a kitchen chair with me standing between his knees while he braided my hair. He would ask what kind of braids and how many I wanted. Did I also want ribbons and where? He was accustom to grooming horses and told me a little filly like me wasn’t much different with two exceptions. I didn’t bite him nor did I kick and stomp my feet on his shins and toes. After I was done I received a linseed lozenge or a scotch mint. Yum! Yum!
Those were the days.
What would we ever do without them?
Mary Anne is braiding the mane and adding the fancy ribbon pieces.
I fondly remember my father’s father sitting down on a kitchen chair with me standing between his knees while he braided my hair. He would ask what kind of braids and how many I wanted. Did I also want ribbons and where? He was accustom to grooming horses and told me a little filly like me wasn’t much different with two exceptions. I didn’t bite him nor did I kick and stomp my feet on his shins and toes. After I was done I received a linseed lozenge or a scotch mint. Yum! Yum!
Those were the days.
Garnet Solitaire - Woodland Setting
Jenny writes: “When Dave popped THE question in 1966 the diamond of choice was a solitaire . . one diamond perched on top of a gold pedestal. Alas my fingers were too short and heavy (arthritis) that the style didn’t suit. Instead I chose an old fashioned setting that was exactly what made my hand look good and my heart sing.
Years later we were out walking in the beautiful Carolinian forest and ravines near Backus-Page House and John Pearce Park. We were taking photographs of flora and fauna so when the cold winter winds blew, I could sit in my cozy studio and paint delicate woodland blooms while remembering our wonderful day in the woods. This lovely single red trillium, so alone amongst the other white flowers, reminded me of those solitaire rings and the deep red hue was akin to a garnet . . .ergo the title . .”Garnet Solitaire – Woodland Setting”.
When the sun shines and the birds are singing and the floor of the forest turns green dotted with blooming wild flowers, why not take a stroll on the many trails around Backus-Page and discover for yourself the beauty of nature and the woodland setting.
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: ” X ” - each $ pending
Years later we were out walking in the beautiful Carolinian forest and ravines near Backus-Page House and John Pearce Park. We were taking photographs of flora and fauna so when the cold winter winds blew, I could sit in my cozy studio and paint delicate woodland blooms while remembering our wonderful day in the woods. This lovely single red trillium, so alone amongst the other white flowers, reminded me of those solitaire rings and the deep red hue was akin to a garnet . . .ergo the title . .”Garnet Solitaire – Woodland Setting”.
When the sun shines and the birds are singing and the floor of the forest turns green dotted with blooming wild flowers, why not take a stroll on the many trails around Backus-Page and discover for yourself the beauty of nature and the woodland setting.
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: ” X ” - each $ pending
Girl in Eyelet Dress
Dave had an Ontario Town Crier’s Competition in Amherstburg to coincide with a special anniversary at Fort Malden.
The Black Museum was also celebrating and the park was full of people in various period outfits.
I asked this young girl’s father if I could photograph his children with a view to doing a painting of either or all.
Every time the children saw me they stood at attention and looked their perfect best but that was not what I was after.
The day was long and the sun was hot. As the event wound down we all became weary. Then I spotted the girl in the white eyelet dress. She was tired and bored and her feet were sore from walking around bare foot. She settled down on a chair and I took several shots as the sun reflected off of her wayward, kinky, curly hair. What a sweet heart.
It is moments like this we remember . . . the imperfections of being a child rather than the stiff posed model.
I loved painting the frothy feminine eyelet lace and the young girl’s puckered brow and pursed lips. A glimpse of another era . . . an idyllic time . . . a carefree childhood of simple pleasures. What every child deserves.
TA! TA! For now. –Jenny
The Black Museum was also celebrating and the park was full of people in various period outfits.
I asked this young girl’s father if I could photograph his children with a view to doing a painting of either or all.
Every time the children saw me they stood at attention and looked their perfect best but that was not what I was after.
The day was long and the sun was hot. As the event wound down we all became weary. Then I spotted the girl in the white eyelet dress. She was tired and bored and her feet were sore from walking around bare foot. She settled down on a chair and I took several shots as the sun reflected off of her wayward, kinky, curly hair. What a sweet heart.
It is moments like this we remember . . . the imperfections of being a child rather than the stiff posed model.
I loved painting the frothy feminine eyelet lace and the young girl’s puckered brow and pursed lips. A glimpse of another era . . . an idyllic time . . . a carefree childhood of simple pleasures. What every child deserves.
TA! TA! For now. –Jenny
Harvard Fly By
I painted this Harvard fly-by, in the cross formation, to honour the men and women who served in the RCAF during WW II. My father-in-law joined the RAF and when Canada entered the war he transferred to the RCAF. Our good friend Lorne Spicer was also a fly-man. Today this area that was once the No. 4 Fingal Bomb and Gunnery School is now managed by the Lower Thames Conservation Authority. My painting shows the service road entrance looking south off Fingal Line.
The Fingal Wildlife Management Area was once a military base used by the Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF). In 1965, the area was acquired by the Ministry of Natural Resources, and has since been restored to wildlife habitat and opened to the public. At 293 hectares, and scattered with 27 km of trails, the site is popular with naturalists and outdoor enthusiasts who can come to see the remnants of the RCAF base, wildflowers, birds and other wildlife.
The restoration of the site has been a long process that has included the removal of military infrastructure and the restoration of the natural area. Ponds were constructed, trees and shrubs were planted, and hedgerows, food and cover plots and brush piles were created. Along with deciduous and coniferous forests and plantations, tall grass prairies and ponds, the site contains approximately 160 hectares of active agricultural land that is used for demonstration purposes. From Elgin Tourism website
“No. 4 Fingal Bombing & Gunnery School was built as a unit of the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan established for the royal Canadian Air Force at a site west of Fingal in Southwold Township. The School operated from November 25, 1940 to February 17, 1945, during that time over 6,000 non-pilot aircrew members graduated from the school. The Fingal Bombing & Gunnery School, with its main station in Fingal, also included bombing ranges in Dutton, Melbourne, Frome and Tempo. There was also a Marine Section at Port Stanley and bombing and gunnery ranges on Lake Erie.”
Quote from The Fingal Observer, April 15, 1941, Fingal Bombing School fonds, R6 S6 Sh4 B1 F3 – Elgin County Archives
Edition size 300s/n limited edition prints – image size: 13 1/2” X 19” - each $145.00
The Fingal Wildlife Management Area was once a military base used by the Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF). In 1965, the area was acquired by the Ministry of Natural Resources, and has since been restored to wildlife habitat and opened to the public. At 293 hectares, and scattered with 27 km of trails, the site is popular with naturalists and outdoor enthusiasts who can come to see the remnants of the RCAF base, wildflowers, birds and other wildlife.
The restoration of the site has been a long process that has included the removal of military infrastructure and the restoration of the natural area. Ponds were constructed, trees and shrubs were planted, and hedgerows, food and cover plots and brush piles were created. Along with deciduous and coniferous forests and plantations, tall grass prairies and ponds, the site contains approximately 160 hectares of active agricultural land that is used for demonstration purposes. From Elgin Tourism website
“No. 4 Fingal Bombing & Gunnery School was built as a unit of the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan established for the royal Canadian Air Force at a site west of Fingal in Southwold Township. The School operated from November 25, 1940 to February 17, 1945, during that time over 6,000 non-pilot aircrew members graduated from the school. The Fingal Bombing & Gunnery School, with its main station in Fingal, also included bombing ranges in Dutton, Melbourne, Frome and Tempo. There was also a Marine Section at Port Stanley and bombing and gunnery ranges on Lake Erie.”
Quote from The Fingal Observer, April 15, 1941, Fingal Bombing School fonds, R6 S6 Sh4 B1 F3 – Elgin County Archives
Edition size 300s/n limited edition prints – image size: 13 1/2” X 19” - each $145.00
Hector McNeil -1984 IPM
J.D. Ross Farm, Teviotdale, Wellington County Match – © J. Phillips
Dave and I went to see Mom and Dad at the ploughing match. The air was crisp, you could hear the squeak of the leather and the clink of the harness chains and the quiet snuffle of the horse with a “Gee” and a “Haw” cried forth now and again. Sometimes you could hear a ploughman holler,”Bess get over there!”
I loved those sounds!
The eyes had a feast as well. There were colourful tents to house the various displays, many with corporate flags snapping in the breeze, while country folk and city alike took in the demonstrations of agricultural prowess. Farmers view big hulking equipment with bigger price tags while sales reps try to pry more bank dollars from him, while his spouse eyes the exhibits of handiwork and culinary arts.
The nose, every once in a while, receives some slightly malodorous whiff that is followed swiftly by tantalizing odours from the food booths . . . . the candy concessions . . the popcorn machines. . there’s something for everyone.
Hector McNeil, a well-known auctioneer, ploughed with a team of Belgian horses. Rags hanging from the bits flap in the breeze to keep away the pesky flies.
I love the pageantry of the whole event. I have attended ploughing matches since I was a child in the 1950’s. Time flies when you are having fun and we were that day!
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: 12” X 18” - each $135.00
Dave and I went to see Mom and Dad at the ploughing match. The air was crisp, you could hear the squeak of the leather and the clink of the harness chains and the quiet snuffle of the horse with a “Gee” and a “Haw” cried forth now and again. Sometimes you could hear a ploughman holler,”Bess get over there!”
I loved those sounds!
The eyes had a feast as well. There were colourful tents to house the various displays, many with corporate flags snapping in the breeze, while country folk and city alike took in the demonstrations of agricultural prowess. Farmers view big hulking equipment with bigger price tags while sales reps try to pry more bank dollars from him, while his spouse eyes the exhibits of handiwork and culinary arts.
The nose, every once in a while, receives some slightly malodorous whiff that is followed swiftly by tantalizing odours from the food booths . . . . the candy concessions . . the popcorn machines. . there’s something for everyone.
Hector McNeil, a well-known auctioneer, ploughed with a team of Belgian horses. Rags hanging from the bits flap in the breeze to keep away the pesky flies.
I love the pageantry of the whole event. I have attended ploughing matches since I was a child in the 1950’s. Time flies when you are having fun and we were that day!
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: 12” X 18” - each $135.00
Hepburns Horses – 1940 IPM.jpg
In 1940 Mitch Hepburn was Premier of Ontario. The war was on but the International Plowing Match was still held. It was important to boost morale, but primarily to show people the most efficient and productive methods of producing food for the home front and overseas.
The Royal Canadian Air Force used the buildings of the newly constructed Ontario Hospital in St. Thomas for a Technical Training Centre. This was the site of the first International Plowing Match in Elgin County.
Premier Hepburn’s horses led the opening parade. Bill Tapsell, Hepburn’s foreman was the driver. Bill’s brother Dell drove for Budweiser. The horses were featured on the 1940 program for the International Plowing Match and all the horses were recent champions at the World Competition in Chicago.
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Jenny appreciated all the time and technical advice she received from Bill Tapsell, Ken Smith of the London Free Press, the helpful staff at the Military Museum and Johanns Graphics. Original was bought by Paul Hepburn.
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: 12” X 24” - each $145.00
The Royal Canadian Air Force used the buildings of the newly constructed Ontario Hospital in St. Thomas for a Technical Training Centre. This was the site of the first International Plowing Match in Elgin County.
Premier Hepburn’s horses led the opening parade. Bill Tapsell, Hepburn’s foreman was the driver. Bill’s brother Dell drove for Budweiser. The horses were featured on the 1940 program for the International Plowing Match and all the horses were recent champions at the World Competition in Chicago.
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Jenny appreciated all the time and technical advice she received from Bill Tapsell, Ken Smith of the London Free Press, the helpful staff at the Military Museum and Johanns Graphics. Original was bought by Paul Hepburn.
Edition size 300 s/n limited edition prints – image size: 12” X 24” - each $145.00
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