EVERY MOTHER IS AN ARTIST
Although she would never accept that title,
my mother was certainly no exception to that rule.
When my mother's almost Century-long journey on this world ended on August 2, 2022, she left behind so many who will miss her infectious and easily attainable laughter, her quick yet often quiet wit, her self-reliant attitude, and her ability to make those around her feel special just for being in her presence. Born on March 31, 1926, she grew up with perseverance and adaptability and it was those acquired and intrinsic traits that saw her through life with grace, strength, and good humor. Renowned for her many positive attributes including her work-ethic and affable personality, Ruth was also a working-mother of three, and an avid trophy-winning golfer and bowler who loved to travel. Possessing only basic kitchen and gardening skills, my mother demonstrated her art as a very accomplished tailor; a skill she learned out of financial necessity. I doubt that she ever thought of herself as a tailor, but that she was. As a child I would watch in amazement as her nimble fingers, adorned with an assortment of thimbles, would place an array of pins between her lips and then deftly insert them one after another into yards of flowing fabric. The crinkly sound of the thin paper patterns joined with the gentle squeak-whoosh of her shears created a soundtrack for the magical transformations she performed.Proud to call the creations she made for me "handmade", I was often complimented by those who appreciated the craft and I proudly wore them from kindergarten through high school and even on my wedding day. Everything she made, from sweet little dresses edged in rick rack and lace to bedroom curtains for her grandson, was made with fine attention to detail and yards upon yards of LOVE. When sewing, either by hand or on the machine, my mother was always at her most peaceful. Well, except when the fabric would slide or her bobbin would fail, but even then she just grumbled and carried on.Unlike other art forms that are preserved behind glass, within frames, or displayed on shelves, her creations were worn and often worn out. It is with a great deal of regret that I do not possess any of the dresses, skirts, jumpers, bell-bottomed slacks or blouses she lovingly made for me. But all I have to do is look through family photos to see them again and to remember how very fortunate I was to have such an ARTISTIC mother.
Thank you Mom.
I miss you so much.