I have utterly enjoyed the correspondences shared while finding a home for the 1937 Roslyn Elementary grade six class! To bring my readers up to speed, I’ve corresponded with friends and family members of Bruce Chisholm, Donald Grahame, David Casgrain, Bill Nicholson, John Bishop, Edward Walls and Robert Cockfield. Ultimately, the photograph was sent to Mr. John (Jack) Walls who seems to be one of the only living gentlemen from the photograph. He is third from the right in the middle row. I’d like to send my gratitude to Valerie who made this connection for me…and for Francie who has more connections with me than even I can believe and to Jack.
Thanks to Cynthia’s information, the photograph will be donated to the Westmount Historical Association for safe keeping and for all to enjoy. This has been a lovely experience.
I packed the photograph up, after framing it. Included, were the stories and provenance associated with the number of contacts that were made. I then sent it off to Jack.
I am now celebrating a new friendship with Francie, Jack’s daughter, who is making certain that this piece of history is no longer shuffled about and lost in a second hand store, but finds its way to Westmount Historical Association. Thank you, Valerie.
I found her! Kearston is now 23…that means I’ve been holding on to this letter for eleven years! With plans to move back to Saskatchewan to study nursing, Kearston seems to be doing just fine. It was a blessing to share in a conversation and to know that she is alright.
It was so good to give Kearston a hug and pass her grade seven letter back to her. I had a practice of having my students write a letter to themselves for their religion class and three years after that, would post them in the mail. I’m still holding on to two letters that were sent back because of incorrect addresses. In time, I know that these will also find their way into the right hands. May you have tremendous happiness ahead, dear Kearston!
A process, well documented. Every so often, we have to blog something on the ‘lighter’ side. When I considered writing my Christmas cards in January two years ago, it was because of the hour-long line up at the post to buy my stamps that year. New Years Christmas wishes went well for the following year. This year, not so much. Those of you on my list might have noticed that I have always enjoyed a home made touch…and this year, that went snaky. I have documented the process. Now, I have only to fold the letters and address the envelopes. I have 92 pieces remaining so that I may continue to make cards to complete this conceptual piece…these will be shared with friends and family who have not been on my annual list. In my imagination, I see you all getting together one day, to reconstruct the painting that you see here.
It all began with a landscape…
I really treasure the memory of my grandfather…drives west to Cardston, from Magrath. The mission: to pick up a hard ice cream cone. I treasure the Oldman River…I fought against the dam. I used to flow milkweed pods on the water…watch them drift, ever so slowly away from me. I love reading…and writing…magpies. I am nostalgic, sometimes painfully so. I believe that we are all connected…that nothing we do is for us alone, but that it all relates…our words, our actions…our treatment of our environment. I have an artist soul…painting is not optional, but essential to who I am. I am utterly convinced of the Divine nature of everything…and treasure the Divine in myself. I hold fast to my faith, especially when I am challenged. I journey like a lost pup in a very huge world and love it all. Family; my three children…my sister…my three brothers…my mother and father and all my ancestors are in me as I move through this big world and I am grateful for them, as I breath.
I learned that I was pregnant with Erin and Lorraine took my photograph. This was before the day of ultrasound photographs! Trust me…my small seahorse is floating in a primal tide!
Recently my daughter and her husband went to London on vacation. This meant that she was away for Mother’s Day.
It was only yesterday that I discovered her card, tucked away in a drawer in the sideboard. These are the wee surprises in life that make it so magical. If our lives are marked by such surprises, then we are truly blessed.
There have been many struggles, as much as celebrations in our lives. But still, there were the hours of reading Dr. Seuss books and rolling play dough together.
There were costumes to find and create. There were cookies to bake. There was dancing in the living room. When I found this card, I remembered.
I received news yesterday that my friend of many years, Pauline McGeorge, passed away on July 2nd in Kaslo, B.C. She has had tremendous influence on me as an artist, but primarily, as a person. We have shared letters and art invitations over many years as I first met Pauline in 1973 when I began my work in the art department at the University of Lethbridge. The news of her passing actually influences me to pursue my art…to contribute to the world…and to see that by teaching art, I can also carry a similar positive influence with my students. Pauline will continue to be present to me in my studio and I will never forget her. I will do everything in my power to attend the celebration of her life out in Argenta in August.