In the beginning . . . . Alpha; the fifth child of a Houston, Minnesota Farmer; the child conceived prior to knowledge of the farmer’s tuberculosis diagnosis; the child who’s only memories are of clutching the wall of the sanitarium room where her father lay bed-ridden, and of running to be scooped up into his arms only to be halted by his resistent hands. This was 1925 and TB vaccines had only been introduced to humans four years earlier.
Since my mother’s passing, I have learned so much from her than I was ever willing to recognize while she was living. Her courage, her strength, her commitment, and her lighting the way to a better life. My litho press is named in her legacy because I am reminded every time I walk into the studio that I need courage, strength and a strong commitment to continue the work I feel called to do.
Thanks, Mom.