Last week was a rough one for our family. We lost my sweet Grandma. I have written about her before, and endearing stories about her and my Grandpa (who passed away nearly 5 years ago) on my old blog. They were the cutest couple…to me anyway. I think this photo was taken of them in the 80′s.
Besides being a wife and mother, she was a wonderful folk artist. In her glory days, her portfolio was quite impressive and extensive. She was such a quiet inspiration to me. She was the first person who cheered me on as a child. My sister and I spend a week with our grandparents in the Summers, and we loved peeking into her artistic world!
(self portrait of her as a child)
During those Summer afternoons, we relished getting a ball of clay from her. She made you think it was magic. When you saw what she did with clay, how could you not?
She will me missed. I know that she is happy and sitting right beside my Grandpa…reunited again. Here is a sweet photo of them taken in the early 70′s. She is holding a commemorative plate she finished for her farm town’s BiCentennial (if my memory serves me right). It was the first of many.
If you are interested, see more of her work on an old blog post I did: here