The nun had a roll down picture of Juan Bautista de Anza. Our assignment was to do his picture, the Sonora born founder of our city. Then we had to tell the class something about our drawing. I did my first portrait then got in front of the class and said "I like Anza because his name rhymes with esperansa, the Spanish word for hope." Sister Cecilia gave me an A in both art and history. To this date, C had been my highest grade. For that reason, I could never win a ribbon to pin to my sweater. It motivated me to do better, and eventually did get a green ribbon. I went home, placed one of dad's photos on the window and traced it only typing paper. Dad was so impressed that he took me to the local billboard studio to see if I could become an apprentice.