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Women's Project - Telling stories about great woman 

Those of you who follow my series -Women I Might Have Known, know what an inspiration all of the women in my life have been to me. I spend countless hours studying our old photo albums so that I might find a picture and story that wants to be told. 



March 26

Sydney is a painting pal. We usually spend every Friday afternoon in the studio together. She is an awesome painter of animals ranging from local birds and Colorado cattle to all of the exotic animals she photographs during her trips to Africa. I really like this open eyed, straight on view of Sydney. Not only because it's what I see when I look across the table at her, but it is who she is - gentle, honesty without guile, true and faithful.  She is the kindest and most giving person I have ever met, always looking for an opportunity to serve. She makes me want to be a better person. I wish everyone had a Sydney in their life.


Myrtle Lee

March 25

Myrtle Lee was my grandmother. She was an awesome quilter and apron maker. When I think of her, I always remember her wearing an apron. She accomplished all of her sewing on a Singer treadle machine.  Myrtle made enough quilt tops that each of her grandchildren were able to own a quilt she made.  Even though she passed away when I was very young, there is something about holding my quilt and feeling the hand that cut and assembled the pieces.  It is an intimate connection and a way to feel loved by those who planned ahead for us.  



March 24

My husband’s grandmother was Margaret, but everyone called her Cookie. John doesn’t know why. He thinks it was just an endearment of his grandfather’s that everyone picked up. I never met her. I only know her through her scrap book I inherited. She began keeping her book in her teen years and covered her romance and wedding to John’s grandfather. She was very stylish and giddy with her romance. John tells me she was prim and proper, and maybe she was when she was a grandmother. He had never seen any of the pictures in her book until I was given it. Her scrap book is a beautiful display of a young girl’s dreams and I, for one, can totally see why gramps called her Cookie. 



March 23

This is Dorothy, one of my mom’s sisters. Everyone called her Dot. I painted this from a portrait of her when she was a teenager because in my book, she was eternally young at heart. She was a mother, grandmother and aunt. I was crazy about Aunt Dot. We were always very close. She and Uncle Dan loved to go dancing, and they often went with my parents. They liked big band swing music, and after the dance, Steak & Shake for burgers, just like teenagers. Her nature was to be a peacemaker and coming from such a large family, she had lots of opportunity. She had a wonderful way of letting things go. She would tilt her head to the side and give a little shrug of the shoulders amd a soft blink pf her eyes.  That would be the end of it. When things are complicated and I’m working on resolutions, I call on my inner Dot.   



March 22

This is Barbara. She has 9 grandsons! We were neighbors for many years, and we went for an early morning walk most of those mornings. Her husband made us a cup of coffee every day that I totally appreciated as we started out.  We set our empty mugs on the curb at the end of the street and set off in earnest, solving our problems while we walked.  We picked the mugs up on our way back home.  She is an outstanding walking pal. Barb is one of the most resilient people I know and has remained steadfast through many a crisis. If I am ever on a sinking ship, I hope Barb O is holding my hand because if there is a way to save our butts – she’s going to find it first!