I have very few photos of her and I don’t really need them, though it would truely be nice to have them. Old polaroids to hold on to I remember how much she meant to me.
That picture is from christmas 1981 and the uber chubby baby is me, all of about 10 weeks old, the size of those cheeks are amazing lol. The person holding me is the person I can credit with my love of art, design, fabric, drawing and more. That is my Grandma, Erna. She inspired me, taught me probably more than I realize and always had a big blue bowl with white roman reliefs (kind of like this one) full of M&Ms or hershey’s miniatures. Have I mentioned lemon pudding cups? A cupboard full of treats for visits.
I went to (and crashed part of lol) a Copic certification class in my hometown on Friday and I had such a wonderful warm reception from Marianne then the students (which was unexpected to say the least as I expected to be all incognito) and one of the students asked me who encouraged me to get started? That always gets me thinking of my Grandma. She passed away when I was 14 or 15 after the longest battle with cancer of anyone I know of, (in a box I inherited was her patient card from the mayo clinic from the 70s) which was way too soon, she was only 72.
She could do almost anything she put her mind to. She sewed all her own clothes, and was always dressed to the nines; made her own jewelry (some of which I wear now); she crewel embroidered these amazing tapestries that my grandpa would build frames for (he was a skilled woodworker), from symmetrical designs to elaborate portraits. She could draw beautifully and kept huge well manicured gardens around their home.
She was inspirational.
She was amazing.
I only got to see her once a month for a weekend when we would visit my dad on our visitation. He would play with the boys, lets say girls weren’t his thing, but I was happy to stay with grandma. She tried on more than one occasion to teach me to sew with her machine, I think I’m just not cut out for it lol. I’m still not great at anything beyond basic. She taught me to cross stitch and I do enjoy embroidery now. I remember in the 4th grade her and I practiced a whole weekend drawing the profile of a face in proportion. She got out graph paper and everything and showed me. I was geeked to show that off at school the next week and had a boy in class who paid me a dime to draw one for him lol. I would always bring her my drawings and share when we went to their house. She always made sure I had a pad of paper.
I had art teachers in school who were great encouragers of my talents but without my grandma, none of it would be the same.
Have you had anyone who was your inspiration? Your encouragement?