Sunday, January 28, 2007
She bend down to the fireplace, and handed me this heavy flat iron.
"Sketch this," she told me, "It's the iron I really used when I was a teen." She went on to explain how she'd heat the iron by the fire (where it resides now), swipe the bottom with a cloth to remove the dust, and then proceed to iron her husband's starched white shirts.
Rebecca has always wanted to keep a journal and started one a while back for her husband before his alzheimers worsened to the point of having to place him in a nursing home. She's watched me for over a year sit at her kitchen table and sketch her beloved odds and ends, and always remarks that she's like to learn how to draw and keep a journal for herself, but she simply doesn't have enough time.
She doesn't have a computer or Internet connections, and yet she knows I blog and have written about her. I think it tickles her to think someone out 'there' is also enjoying some of the flowers she grows or her momentos.
I'm thinking, even though some of my sketches are rather poor, that she might like a collection of these for her children and grands, journal-fashion, as momentos of the flowers and things she loves, and a representation of kind and generous woman she is.
I'll give this some thought.