When I was growing up with my sister and brothers, interaction with creativity was so on-going, it seemed that we inhaled it. To us, this was the norm.
I remember our bedroom being freshly painted as I’m sure others remember. But that six feet tall clown, drawn free-hand and painted on the wall, IS NOT a memory to which all can relate. I remember macrame’ being a family event, almost like sitting around playing a board game. I remember hats being created for weddings. The creative juices always overflowed. Getting older, going out into the world, and relating to different people, you come to realize that being around something all of the time makes you take it for granted.
This tribute to my resilient, motivated, and gifted mother was intended to let HER know that the gifts that she gave us and continues to give to others will be her legacy. From birth, she has been an odds beating achiever who gets better with time.