Who am I?
I love to write about my interest and experiences and most often I take a fact and expand on it just for the fun of it. Over the next few articles, that I write you can decide if they are truth or fiction.
I’ll start with one phrase that my husband and I always say, “We are God blessed”. Every Thursday we do Meals on Wheels and we deliver to about 10 people who are either just old or have health problems. We are, in a lot of cases, delivering to people who are younger than we are. Most of the ladies are really lonely, and the only people many of them see each day is the person who delivers their lunch to them. We try to spend time with the ones who are really lonely. If you want to feel God Blessed, then volunteer to help the poor or the lonely.
We have been blessed with two wonderful children, our daughter, Eebie, and our son, Chip. They are in their 50’s now and I keep saying I’m not old enough to have kids that old. Each of them has their own families and have made their way successfully in the world. My Mother thought men were pretty stupid. So when my sister and I ended up with only male grandchildren we used to tease her saying it was her fault we didn’t have any girls. In a later story, I will write about my Mom who was indeed a lady who walked to a different drummer.
This is called a tease so you will keep coming back to read my stories.
When I was but a wee person I had asthma and at that time they did not know how to treat it. When I would have an attack they would wrap me in a handmade quilt and put me in a rocking chair in front of the door thinking the fresh air would help me breathe. Well, I was allergic to everything that blossoms at night so it is amazing I survived at all. I think that the health problems and the fact that it turned out I have dyslexia probably formed the basis of why I am an artist.
When I was director of an art non-profit promoting artists, as well as writers, I realized that most artists and writers have some form of disability that they have used their creativeness to overcome their problems. Probably the one time it was blaring in my face was a writers’ workshop that had many successful retired people attending. The writing was absolutely amazing. Then one session the instructor asks each of us to read a paragraph out of a book and not one of us could read without hesitation. It was an eye opener and also a wonderful revelation that many of our creative successful people are also the ones who have overcome or worked around a disability.
I hated school because I would think I had made an A on a test and it would come back C, D, F. Many years later I realized it was because I was mixing up my letters as I wrote. I managed to keep a C average and did get accepted into college. Luckily I met my husband in my sophomore year and quit and got married. Of all the stupid things I was working on a Bachelor of Science degree. Obviously, I thought very highly of myself.
I realized that I had dyslexia when my son was diagnosed in the second grade. When they explained his problems it was quite an eye opener, but at last, I knew I wasn’t stupid. Thank God for spell check, because I can now express myself and only be laughed with and not at when it is my choice.
I’ve been in the arts since 1964 but never thought about being successful are “famous” until one day a lady I had sculpted a piece for turned me down and later told a neighbor, "I didn’t buy her piece because she is not famous."
That is the first time in 20+ years of selling my art that I sat down and wrote a bio of everything I had accomplished. I said “Damn I’m good!” and closed the book and kept on creating and having fun doing exactly what I want to do. To be happy you only have to see yourself as being famous to heck with what other people think.
I used to say life begins after 55, but now I realize it gets better and better each year. So next year I will say life begins at 80. I thank God every day for my family, but more than that I thank him for bringing these friends into my life. They keep me young in spirit.
I truly am God Blessed in every way.
PS: When I showed my pottery friends the photo of Charles and I they said, "We recognize Chuck, that doesn't look like you!". I still don't know how to take that.