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had wanted to come to this The home was scantily clad with and reads books to me.”
Vi ncent Whitehead is a
modest man who loves to draw.
art in a world he knew little about.
Vince absorbed the history,
methods of drawing, oil painting,
artist’s motto today. ”Good, better,
best. Never let it rest till your good is
better and your better is best.”
godforsaken neighborhood where
the crime rate was off the charts.
furnishings but they were not
missed in the abundance of what
r. Johnson looked at Nancy
for answers but she quickly
shook her head as if to say, “don’t “.
And besides that, the kid was just one imagined throughout this
You’ve probably seen him around light sources, tones and the This artist believes that as long as plain strange. But Sar had never convoluted maze of art. In fact, They watched as Sar walked into the
on northwest Ohio’s country roads, importance of a good beginning, you can see a need for improvement missed a day of school and they living room and followed him
decorations of any sort would have
delivering packages by day for until he graduated High School in in life and work, you will always didn’t want to be responsible for his slowly.
spoiled the scenes, not even the
FedEx, a nationally known delivery 1978. strive toward that goal, with your graduation being in jeopardy. “And this is me and my Aunt
richest pieces able to compete.
service, capturing photos along his As is the way of many talented best always growing. Figures, he’d draw the shortest Nancy,” said Sar, proudly raising his
Sar emerged from his bedroom
route, turning each one into distinct people, life’s activities are prone to One day while traveling his daily straw. hand and passing it around the
and saw Mr. Johnson’s look of
variations of earth’s most pleasing take president over what we know FedEx delivery route, a scene Aunt Nancy answered the door mural in the main room. “I come in
puzzlement.
scenes, using only ball point pens. will eventually be. Six years in the captivated Vince and he pulled over
to sketch a quick beginning. Of all
days, he discovered that he
with a cheerful smile. Mr. Johnson
was already planning his escape, as
he smelled freshly brewed coffee.
“ I….. I’m sorry you had to bring my
homework,” said Sar, not
understanding Mr. Johnson’s
here to remember and to feel the love
that she has given me. I could never do
this for anyone else. This is me, my life.
had forgotten to bring along Stepping inside the door, his fear reaction. Outside of delivery people It’s very personal.”
his #2 pencil. Not wanting to seemed to disintegrate. The first and Aunt Nancy’s few friends, no Before Mr. Johnson could begin
lose the moment, he turned thing he saw was the huge mural one came to visit them. It was a an argument, Nancy thanked him
over his delivery log and that encompassed the entire living haven, only to them, not used for for stopping by and opened the
grabbed an ink pen and space. socializing, as if they had anyone to front door. It was painfully clear
actually liked the feel as he A scene unlike any he had ever entertain. that he did not want to leave. But he
started the draft. Today, witnessed, he felt as though he had The history teacher looked at Sar, stepped out of the door, leaving
Vince uses the Steadtler just crossed over into another dazed. “Where did you learn to paint without so much as uttering a
“Triplus” ball point pens in dimension. Faces and scenes of like this,” he whispered. goodbye.
fine and medium points, beauty and happiness swirled into a Aunt Nancy beamed, “I keep As Aunt Nancy closed the door,
finding that he can get up to theme of symmetry, continuing telling Sar that he should study art. I she turned to watch as Sar gathered
ten different tonal values. around the edges of each wall, think he’s actually quite good.” the books that Mr. Johnson had
Since 1996, Whitehead has forcing his eyes to keep retracting so “Good?” said Mr. Johnson, brought which were splayed out on
been using mainly ink as his as not to miss a single detail. He advancing toward the kitchen wall the sofa, where Aunt Nancy had
medium and has been didn’t see Christmas as much as he where the window had been dropped them. He lifted each one
commissioned to draw felt the season, twinkling tinsel, meticulously placed. “I feel like I am carefully and placed on a small TV
several pieces for people, gingerbread shapes and then, actually looking out at a meadow, I can tray, largest ones on the bottom,
businesses and societies of suddenly, it was summer. Apples even smell the grass!” smallest ones on top, in complete
historical landmarks, barns floating along the ground, the sweet He went on to say how he and symmetry.
and wooded areas in tartness filling his mouth, a Mother his wife were avid art collectors and By Kate Eglan-Garton
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evening to find Sar passed out on started. He ran to the detached northwestern Ohio.
the floor. She placed her hand on garage and hid behind his pet Between Two Trees is
his forehead and felt the heat before rabbit’s cage. When he heard the a tribute to the large Oak
even touching his skin. Never one shots, he ran back to the house. and the Eastern, North
to complain about aches and pains, The police found Sar sitting American Spruce,
it was hard to say how long the boy between his Mom and protecting the family barn
had been sick and she feared the Grandmother, on the kitchen floor, in Delphos, Ohio. The
worst. lining up toothpicks in rows. When barn is gone now but not
Sar was only five years old they tried to coax him out of the its memory.
< Continued from previous page when Nancy gained custody of him. puddle of blood, he resisted. A favorite of Vince’s is
What most people might perceive Not that she particularly wanted a “Not done, not done!” Sar shouted. Conkles Hollow, West
as playing silly little games was child to rear, barely able to take care The police called for social services Rim Trail. Ballpoint pen
Sar’s life. Trimming off his of herself, but she wouldn’t have and stared in disbelief as the young on acid free 100 lb. heavy
sandwiches into perfects circles, been able to live with herself if he lad finished lining up and counting cover stock portrays the
creating vivid, realistic pictures in had gone to strangers. Even though his toothpicks in ten perfect rows, upper trail at Conkles
his head, counting every step he Sar had turned out to be a Godsend, each row containing ten toothpicks. Hollow in the Hocking
took, never ending on an odd the scene from that horrible day Only then did Sar stand and calmly Hills area near Old Man’s
number, having complete symmetry twelve years ago still played over announce that he was ready to leave. Cave. You can feel the
in his life. and over in her mind. She couldn’t Suddenly, Sar’s eyes popped blissful emotion pouring
Seventeen years old, living with even begin to imagine what must open. from the scene, knowing
his great aunt in an old shoe store, twirl around in Sar’s mind every “I have to finish my exercises,” said that something special lies
Sar didn’t feel animosity toward day since then. Sar, straining to sit up. within. A private get away
mankind, no desire to keep up with
H er sister, Carol, and Sar’s Mom, The years had taught Nancy that spot for Vince and his wife
the Joneses, no expectations for the
future. Things were just the way
Brandy, had been fighting
again. Carol was balancing her life
after a broken marriage, a full time
interfering with Sar’s unusual
routines was a big mistake. He had
never openly disobeyed his Aunt; in
prompted this drawing, presenting
Mrs. Whitehead this treasure on
his in an 11”x17” ballpoint pen on
acid free 100 lb. heavy cover stock.
This engine has now been fully
Vince nt D. Whitehead has
come to this conclusion, “If they took
they were, that’s all. He knew what their anniversary.
other people thought of him but he job that didn’t even come close to fact, he would cook and clean restored and is owned by the Fort my pens and paper then I would find a
Allen County Memorial Hall,
didn’t care. He could find harmony paying the bills, in addition to without being asked and had held a Wayne Railroad Historical Society, burnt stick and a flat rock but I must
a historic landmark was
whenever he needed to. raising Sar. Brandy was always off part-time job since he was 15. But housed at New Haven, Indiana, draw. It is in me and must come out.”
commissioned by the Historical
The abandoned Chicago somewhere, trying to find herself, so instead of arguing with Aunt Nancy, making regular runs under its own On his correspondence, the
Landmarks Society of Allen County,
storefront building had been a she said, usually with a new Sar would just quietly disappear power. There are 250 Limited signature says it best, “Keep on
depicts a preserved site that only
challenge. One of Nancy’s friends dreamboat of a drifter. Her until, Nancy suspected, his tasks in Editions of Whitehead’s prints, creating”. Instilled in his mind and
Vince and a radiograph pen and ink
had offered it to her, the rent dirt occasional pop-in visits were always symmetry had been completed. signed and numbered, available to in his heart a long time ago, he has
on acid free velum can capture.
cheap, and together, she and Sar had a disaster. But after a couple of Trying to stay calm even though the public. learned to live by his own motto,
The Lima Built Berkshire 765
worried sick, Nancy said, “Yes, you
turned it into home. Finding old
partitions to make walls, salvaging
hours, she would storm back to
wherever it was she came from and need to finish your exercises, right after
features a captured moment of the
Other pieces shown on the next
page include Ainsworth Road
“Good, better, best.
past when a small boy and his
abandoned pieces of furniture, things would settle down. This time
was different.
we get home from the doctor.”
The small woman helped her
grandfather witnessed the last run of
Shed, Metropolitan Block, Kings
Bridge, Ludwig Mill in Sight, Red
Never let it rest
linens, dishes, along with Sar’s
knack for drawing and oil painting, “He is my son and I will take him if I nephew up from the floor and into
sister 779, instilling a love of steam
engines and trains. Vince
Bud Cabin and the Wellman till your best
want,” Brandy screamed, after the car where they headed for an all Family Home in Delphos, Ohio.
the place had a delightful charm
throughout. announcing that she and her newest night clinic.
immortalizes this vivid memory of
A love of trees and foliage has is better
S ar wasn’t a bad looking boy but
terribly shy and withdrawn.
beau of two weeks, a taxi cab driver,
were going to get married and raise T wo days later, Sar still hadn’t
finished his exercises, not even
encouraged Whitehead to create a
section in his
and your
He had short light brown hair, Sar.
As Carol tried to calm down
knowing that it was another day.
Walking pneumonia, the doctor had
website dedicated to
the real ‘how to’ of
better is best!”
perfectly parted and combed to one
side, bright green eyes that Brandy, she noticed something said, keep him down for a week and bringing these
nervously jutted around a room, and different about her daughter today. with that, had stuck Sar’s hip with images to such a
an athletic body that the entire high Brandy appeared to have a wild, the largest needle Nancy had ever brilliant light. Visit
school basketball team would die glazed look in her eyes, an inability seen. It had been quite a chore to the website at
for. Sar took his exercise very to sit still, a hostile nature about her. roll him out of the car once they www.rural-route-
seriously and was religious not to The autopsy would later show large returned home, but like everything one.net for first
miss a single day. He had advanced amounts of crystal meth in her else, together they did it. hand knowledge on
to three sets of twenty-five sit-ups system. A hospital was where he should how the quality of
and pull-ups and could never do Sar was always happy to see his be, Nancy kept telling herself but the drawing a natural
less. Once a number was reached, Mom, always secretly hoping that people at the clinic knew her setting can make or
you could never go back. she had changed but today he also financial situation and insisted that break a good
Aunt Nancy arrived home from felt a strange difference and crept Sar was in excellent physical shape portrait.
her factory job one cold February out the back door when the yelling and just needed medicine, lots of
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Sar chewed off a tiny piece of crust from his sandwich that was filled with
creamy peanut butter and honey. Around and around he went until the
crusty exterior was completely gone. Next, he drank exactly one half glass
of milk, knowing this because of the line placed there with a permanent
black marker.
Staring out of the imaginary window that he had carefully painted on the
once dark and dreary kitchen wall, he saw colorful birds flying over a vast
green meadow, stopping only to perch and sing from the branches of a large
oak.
Quirky. That’s what his handful of friends called him. Not quite right, was
his Mother’s version. But then, what could you expect from a woman who
would name her only child, Sar Dane, thinking it was a sign of royalty, only
to be misconstrued by everyone as Sardine.
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