She was creative and funny. Silly and loving. Goofy and full of laughs.
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When I visited my sisters, we looked at some of Bobbie's old family pictures. One was this of my grandma.
You are welcome to save this picture to use in your artwork if you'd like. Grandma was crafty too, as well as most of our family.
She liked to make things, so while she might think it was odd that people would want to use vintage photos of strangers in their artwork, she would probably understand the love of creating.
Mom died a few years back, and Bobbie had some photos from the funeral. I'd painted the casket for Mom, and I know she'd have been so tickled.
When I was a single mother, struggling to get by, mom took me and the boys in to live with her. We both loved seeing the first irises of spring, and bringing them in to put in vases all around her house. Painting the blooms became one of my obsessions. That made the flower become her favorite and she'd pre-ordered a big bouquet of them to be at her funeral.
She was quite the planner, the whole memorial service was lined out, payed for and planned to the tee years before she passed away. Complete with photos of her next to the casket she picked out and next to her grave plot.
The casket wasn't decorated in irises though. I sure wish she could have seen that. She'd have loved it.
There is a factory in our home town that makes caskets and hers had been ordered there. Luckily, they let me come in with my brushes for a couple of hours and embellish the top. They didn't even bat an eye at my request, either.
Bobbie also had this picture at her house, not a photo, but my original drawing of our other grandma, this one on Dad's side.
It was from a high school art class, and had been hanging at my Daddy's house since then. When he died, it stayed there with his wife. She passed away awhile back and recently, Bobbie went to get it for me. I have no way to get it in a suitcase (it's huge) so I asked her if she wanted to keep it.
She also gathered up this watercolor of a barn my dad had helped build. I think it is his brother's barn, not the family homestead. This is hanging in my sister's guest room too. Or "my room" as I call it.
I enjoyed seeing paintings hang in there, and looking through photos too. And the best part was that I was with people who share the same memories that I do.
It's great to reminisce with family.
I think that today, in honor of her birthday, I'll see if I can find some iris at the florist for my dining room. Mom would like that.