Month: April 2019

My Monet

"Oasis of Beauty at Phipps" by Linda Barnicott, Pittsburgh's Painter of Memories

From the time I was just a new arrival in Pittsburgh as a young bride and now as a grandmother, one of my favorite places to visit around Easter and Mother’s Day has always been Phipps Conservatory. Tom and I had many romantic dates there, and sometimes we would go with friends. Then later when our children came along we would bring them, too, and introduce them to the beauty of the flowers. There’s just something about flowers that makes your heart sing no matter what your age. Many years ago, long before the remodel of the entrance, I used to dream of

Little Things Make Memories

"Golden Memories of Kennywood's Kiddieland" by Linda Barnicott

Mother’s Day is just around the corner. I’m glad that once a year we set aside a day to celebrate women who care for others… a special day when we remind them how much they’re loved and appreciated. As a grandmother, I have another generation of little girls to cherish, and the love that flows between them and my daughter makes my heart smile. There’s nothing that makes me happier than seeing my little granddaughter Aria give her mom hugs and kisses – without even being asked! Just this week, I spent some time at my daughter’s home, helping her with

Tom’s Opening Day

Photo description: Tom Barnicott dressed in his Pittsburgh Pirates staff uniform.

This week was Opening Day for the Pittsburgh Pirates as well as the start of a new chapter for our little family. Tom put on his uniform for the first time on Monday and reported for his new job at PNC Park. His retirement didn’t last long! Though the opener didn’t end the way we would have liked, Tom was in his glory! Of course, on his first day on the job, the game went into extra innings, so it was a very long day at PNC Park. But Tom didn’t mind one bit! Thinking about him up in the Suite section talking

Deck the Walls

This photo features some of Linda Barnicott's landscapes hung above a door.

As many of you know, moving into our new home has been quite a long and complicated project. Finally all the furniture and clothing and pots and pans are in the new space. But as an artist, a house doesn’t really feel like home to me as long as there are empty walls, and my pictures are sitting stacked up in a corner, hiding their inner beauty. The thought of hanging all those paintings is very daunting – much more so than when we moved into any of our previous homes. That’s because Tom and I have always lived in