Sally Nason, my mother, has been an artist all her life. After studying at Frank Wiggins Trade School (later called Los Angeles Trade-Technical College), she began working at Lockheed Corporation as a technical illustrator. It was there she met and married Bob Nason (who would become my father) and was able to devote her time to being a wife, mother, and fine artist. She studied under such notable artists as Sergei Bongart, Jake Lee and Marge Moore, and was a founding member of the San Fernando Valley Artist's Association. During that time she attended numerous art shows and won many awards for her oil and watercolor paintings. Today, her work is valued in private collections throughout the United States. It is primarily from my mother that I first learned to appreciate and value art.
Bob Nason, my father, was Manager of Publications for Rockwell International until his retirement in 1984. An avid calligrapher, photographer, sculptor, potter, welder, metal- and wood-worker, he hand-crafted many cabinets and furniture pieces for the retirement home he and my mother built in Williams, Oregon. It was from dad I that learned the value of hard work and perseverance.
On their honeymoon at the mission in Santa Inez in 1955:
At the same location in 2014: