Just a little bit more about my Mom now that I’ve started. Her name was Ellen. She was a musician, playing the piano,violin, the celeste and the organ at our church,( she learned to play the organ from a nun named Sister Carola. Sister Carola , before she became a nun was best college friends with my grandma, Mom’s mom and they were “mischief makers” , or so I was told by my grandma !). At Christmas time I remember going to midnight service at our Methodist church and my mom would play the organ , while people sang the Christmas carols, then the gentle bells of the celeste during more meditative moments, the warm candlelight glowing , the mystery of the late night. I always felt so proud that it was my mom playing all the beautiful music. I grew up listening to classical music playing either on the radio or the phonograph and I had my own little classical 45 rpms that I would play and dance to in my bedroom. I would set the needle on the record, go into my closet and come out with a flourish when the strains of Beethoven would start, then dance as if I was the star ballerina. I was probably 5 at the time. Ellen loved reading and had lots of books that I got to read …. Grapes of Wrath, Jane Eyre, and lots of other “grown-up” stuff…. at a pretty early age. Ellen got to skip a grade in grade school because she was so smart. She went to college to become a teacher but went quit after a couple years and went into the army , hoping to make money and go back to school after she served.( She met my Dad instead and got married.) She was one of just a few women in the Springfield MO, army corps symphony. She worked as a secretary for many years so that she could put my sister and me through college. I never really thanked her for that appropriately and I will always regret that. She was a kind, thoughtful person and never spoke a bad word about anybody . I sometimes wondered , growing up , if she would have been happier had she not gotten married and had her two kids and could have played her music all the time. She was an artist and it could be where I got my love for art from . I have become an artist. I have become the teacher she wanted to be…..
So, these are just a few of the memories that have surfaced again, after having this big painting hung at my place of work. I feel like I’ve come full circle some how, having the painting about her “with” me everyday at work has given me even more of a reason to love what I do – TEACH!….. I’m still thinking about it.