When my dad was a young man he would use table cloth, sometimes called oil table cloth, and paint on the back side of that cloth which had a weave somewhat like a canvas. He was not very good with perspective, but could sure do the landscape nicely. He would go around the neighborhood and try to sell these 36 x 18 inch paintings for 50 cents!!! wow! times have changed, I’m doing good to get at least 50 cents a square inch for my paintings. In this photo taken 1960 is one of his paintings on the wall, and my family, and on the fireplace mantel is a photo of my family in 1950. Mom insisted we have a family portait taken every 10 years. I am sorry I never got one of my dad’s paintings when he passed on, but at least I have some of them showing up in photos like this one. After he got married and started a family there wasn’t any time for him to paint. At this time in history, my middle sister (the one sitting on the arm of the chair) and I are the only ones left living.