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50 Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding precious paint cans into the car. I looked up and sent another message. “Two gallons will have to do.” Next day we painted the exterior of our new art gallery to get rid of the nasty mustard color. Bob touched the last spot on the second story with the very last drop of white paint from the second can. I smiled up at him and reminded him of what I’d said to overcome his protests. “See I told you it would cover the whole thing.” I hugged him when he climbed down to stand beside to admire the paint job. “Now we have to do something to the insides. We have plenty of good paintings, and those small sculptures. Now we have to give them a nice place to be displayed.” Later that same night, outside Don’s Carpet Company on Third Street, I found a treasure. I filled the back seat and trunk of our car with throwaway carpet scraps. Back at the gallery I fitted those carpet pieces over the scarred wooden floors on both levels, then tacked them into place. “Looks beautiful,” I stood and pressed my hand against my aching back. “One more thing.” I stood silently for a moment. “We need a name.” The sound from next door came through loud and clear as usual. I felt laughter bubbling up. “Let’s call it ‘The Barking Dog.’ That’s it!” Bob agreed that the name was perfect and it was. My first show was a hit. I say “my” because Bob was still involved with actually being an artist who painted or sculpted on a project every day. We’d let his work form the backbone of our first inventory of paintings for sale. Of course, he was the real artist in the family so that seemed fair to me. I’d decided that I could be an artist only part of the time. The rest of the time I had dreams of being a mover and shaker within Tulsa’s art world. We’d already tried with a gallery and had had some success. We’d become the center of a large group of interested artists and art lovers. I thought that if I worked at it in this new place I
Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator 51 could be the person that artists turned to for justification of their need to paint, sculpt, and create. And that’s the way it worked out. I put in my time on my family or on the gallery. Once in awhile Bob, who was interested in flying saucers, would go to UFO group gatherings but after a time or two with him I never again went to the meetings with him. Dull. Terribly boring. I had absolutely zero interest in that subject. The Barking Dog was my new baby. At our first showing the crowd flowed through the rooms. Splashes of white wine and cigarette ashes fell and were absorbed by the multicolored jigsaw carpet design. I greeted my guests, both local artists, and the people whom I saw as potential clients. I was just a touch hyper, maybe I laughed and talked a bit too much, but I couldn’t help myself. It was too thrilling to look out over the crowd and see the visible excitement that moved through the rooms like electricity through water. I thought, I’ve found my metier. A man in a black suit stood against an inside doorframe and I could see he was watching me as I moved from group to group. When I neared the spot where he stood, the man straightened and smiled directly at me. My eyes must have widened in surprise. There was something about this man. The dark suit His aquiline profile His dark windblown hair Was he the man from the piano He moved toward me and I stepped toward him. I know him, I thought, but no, I didn’t know him. I knew someone who looked very much like him. Something clutched within my chest. It couldn’t be! The man at the piano! I had to talk to him. Our conversation that night led to a longtime telephone relationship with the tall doctor, but, as it turned out, he was just a friend. I realized before long that he had been sent just to remind me of my resolution which I’d made in Grandmother’s music room, and I promised myself I wouldn’t forget again.
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Page 7 and 8: FOREWORD When I was a kid growing u
Page 9 and 10: INTRODUCTION In the early 1980’s
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BIBLIOGRAPHY Books or articles ment
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APPENDIX B WHAT MEETING WITH OKLAHO
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About The Authors Barbara Bartholic
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