Sometimes the circumstances of one's life prevents the realization of his fondest dreams in youth and even in middle age. Sometimes the dreamer gives up and relinquishes the dream. Sometimes, in his twilight years, the deferred dream finally becomes the dream possessed.
A poem admonished us, "Hold fast your dreams!"
A century ago there was a little girl who wanted to be an artist. Her father brought home unused sheets of newspaper. On some of the sheets her brother carefully drew steam engines. The little girl used berry juice to paint scenes like those around her or ones that she imagined.
Her workaholic mother thought that painting was, if not a dalliance with the devil, idle unproductivity. So she put the children to work.
The little girl grew up, had children of her own, and, still living on the farm that had been childhood home, was encouraged by her daughter to embroider worsted pictures.