I started life as Mildred Terry and became Millie Carrée when I married a
displaced Frenchman named Gilbert. (Actually, I became Millie when I discovered
how much easier it was to spell! The Frenchman part came naturally.)
Colorado state beckoned us away from Wyoming, and I left the peace of the
prairies for a very different, adventurous life in Colorado.
Some 53 years later we are still in Colorado, but also love Wyoming. And
somewhere in that time I evolved into me; and the Frenchman is all American.
Three children, many grandchildren and great grandchildren have kept us young at
heart and - well, busy.
My childhood years were spent on a homestead ranch, far in North Eastern
Wyoming state. I might have been lonely, but I wasn't. The outdoors called me
constantly, roaming the hills and valleys and seeking to know what everything I
found was. And when darkness or weather (or chores) stopped me, I would be
inside reading, drawing or perhaps listening to the battery operated radio.
My first art teacher, my mother. She could draw exquisite pictures of the
animals that had graced her solitary life. Mom was the first person to help me
discover art - in the simple joy of animals.
 One
of my Uncles described her as, "A born naturalist".
The first artwork I created was by the light of an Aladdin lamp, like the
one pictured at left. For those who haven't seen one, the object beside it is a
box camera, vintage 1920's - with which most of the pictures of my childhood
years were taken. I still have it.
My art has added a richness and depth to my life
I couldn't have imagined in earlier days.
Some time ago, years in fact, I started posting pages
here of my life growing up
in post WW II, in a severe log cabin, and on the vast plains of Wyoming. Near the
bottom of this page you will find links to those stories of my very early years;
about a time of my life I hope will bring a smile. Millie
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Ten miles from where I lived as a young lady, there was an old country
store, Oshoto. For 80 years it was the gathering place for settlers of this
still sparsely populated area. The name is Indian for "A storm is coming" and
Oshoto is pronounced with all long O's.
It was after my childhood memories of this old general store that I named
my web site: Oshoto Arts
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As Years Go By -
At left is Nicholas,
a great grandson. He lives in
Texas with his parents and two
siblings. (Is he cute, or what!)
At right is his great, great,
great, great grandparents
William and Hannah Rogers.
I'm unsure of the year this
was taken, but it had to
have been in the mid
1800's in England.
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E-Mail me Millie Carrée
with any questions
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