The Story of the Corn Angel

Once upon a time a long, long time ago I had dinner with a friend named Margo in

her apartment down in gallery row on Yankie street where she managed a bead export business

While we ate I told her a story about a woman from Peru coming in my gallery

and visiting and before she left she gave me a small hand woven bag

of corn kernels which were very similar to Indian corn here in New Mexico .  I was so

excited that I planted some in three different yards around town.. 

My own, my friend Lou’s yard, and Trevor’s yard. 

After taking care of all three places all summer I was all excited about checking on my crop as it had made 

corns that were big and nice and looked just fine.  But when I opened the first one from my yard

I was surprised to find nothing on it, and I sort of panicked and ran to the other

yards to find none of my corn had done anything that it was supposed to have done, like make kernels..  Some of the cobs had just one kernel of corn on them.

That night Margo had made corn bread in an old-fashioned, wrought-iron skillet with

corn-shaped depressions in it. After we ate I asked her if I could take it home  and she said yes. 

I pressed clay into the molds and then added a head and wings to the cob,

and stayed up late that night thinking about what I had done…....

and from that moment on the corn angel was born.