Memories: Making It Happen

We never had much money. But, that didn’t stop Mother Hen from making things happen and that’s something that all of us learned from her. A commercial yesterday reminded me of one such incident. I’m a born and raised Alaskan (Yes, really to those who put a review on the Salmon Run books that I’ve obviously never been to Alaska. So much for that thought.). The ironic thing is that those living in an area don’t always see all the sights around them. It’s close by, so the mentality is “I’ll get to it eventually.” But, as painters, Mother Hen decided one summer that her and I needed to go see and photograph the Kenai Fjords. It would be great …

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Memories: Creative Support

Mother Hen and I were always encouraging each other in art and other creative endeavors. Today, a find brought that home… I’ve been trying to sort and clean just one bag, box, or corner at a time. Today it was a to-go-bag that we would use whenever we headed to a doctor office, went for tests, or drove to the ER. Along with all the typical stuff I found a tiny notebook on the bottom. Most of the pages are empty, but on several is her quite unique handwriting. Notes to herself, things to look up, other artists to look up… And several pages of names. She loved to look for new names for me to use in my stories. …

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Memories: Nothing Left Unsaid

Just sorted through the rest of the canned foods. Found some of Joel’s stuff (the person who lived here before us) and some of our old stuff that we won’t ever eat. If it is way expired, I threw it out. If I knew we wouldn’t eat it, then I put it in a bag to take to the food bank. And saw some stuff that I would have cooked up just for Mom even if no one else would have eaten it. :sniffle: She was so much fun to do things for because she was always so responsive. She would grin with a smile at being given a treat or a present that went all through her. Eyes, all …

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Memories: Loving the Earth

I mentioned before that Mother Hen loved the Earth and its natural beauty. I just heard a story about her that I wanted to share: When Mother Hen was little she found a start from a maple tree. She brought it home and planted it in the front yard of the family’s ramshackle little house. Apparently that sucker grew like crazy. The last time a family member drove by, the tree is not only there, but fully grown and majestic. What a wonderful legacy for a wonderful person. Bringing another aspect of beauty to the planet she loved. Some day I need to see about planting a tree in her memory. She would like that.

Memories: Surprising the Painting

Mother Hen was a very talented painter. She loved landscapes, seascapes, and even painted spacescapes with me. She loved the Earth and the natural beauty in it. Several people later told us that they bought her prints to put in doctor offices because of how peaceful, colorful, and just plain beautiful they were. Her heart and peaceable ways very much came through in the finished product. Prints and originals of her work now reside in many countries around the world, and of course around the US. One day I fully intend to do something to once again share them again. Today’s memory is about her painting sessions. She loved to work the little details, but sometimes that detailed focus is …

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