I was raised on Daly Corners, near Columbia, South Dakota. My dad, Arthur Daly, was an honest, hardworking farmer and an avid goose hunter. A lot of our fall meals centered around the “daily” hunt. In a small book of his hunting memoirs, entitled “Hobby of a Lifetime,” Dad wrote in his first story—–“51 mornings in a row that started out the same way, early rising, early chores, early breakfast, and Sand Lake for an hour or so. I got my fall work done as my hobby of a lifetime took mostly the early hours.”

 

One of my first paintings was of Canadian geese. My sister Renee, also an artist, had carved a wooden Canadian goose. These bring back so many loving memories of our Dad. My painting hung in his nursing home room and he would tell people I had painted that scene.