Burtonsville, New York. Doesn’t mean much to most people, but to me, it brings back memories of a family reunion held when I was 10 or 11. There I experienced crawdads, swimming in a muddy lake, crossing a VERY wide “creek” at night. I think it was about a mile wide, and full of rapids, deep holes, darkness, and the thousands of creepy unknown things… I was so glad my dad was with me! I also had my first encounter with a pig roast (my first, and last), sweat bees, 100 candles on one cake, and many relatives I had never met, but now mean so much to me. So, while Burtonsville may be a small town in NY, it’s pretty huge in my mind! This home has been in my family for many, many years. It is very historical, and I am honored to have been able to paint it! I hope this painting will help to endear this lovely old home to my family for years to come.