About eighty years separate this photograph of my Mother, taken around 1936 when she was 18, and this drawing, hastily completed as she concentrated on her newspaper last Saturday afternoon:
In between she had two children, lived through the war that brought with it many personal tragedies, suffered a betrayal by one of her two brothers, and moved into – and later out of – her dream house. She outlived her brothers and her five sisters and nursed her husband – my Father – through his only serious illness (which eventually killed him) – all etched in the lines on her face.
It’s probably about 75% accurate as a portrait: what I couldn’t capture is her humour. Despite everything that life has thrown at her she has a wonderful sense of the ridiculous, so much so that it was difficult to detect the onset of her dementia five or six years ago. Now that reality is something of a sliding scale for her, the disappointments of her life have largely fallen away leaving intact her ability to laugh.
Although she sometimes feels alone, or tired, or lost – despite being supported in her own home by a network of carers and daily visits by my brother – how wonderful to approach one’s 98th birthday with laughter and amusement!
What a thoughtful and wonderful post. Great sketch, Michael.
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Thanks very much as always for your encouragement , Kirk.
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Love the photo and then your updated portrait. Lovely lines, Michael. Wonderful post!
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Thanks, Laura, much appreciated.
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What a wonderful post, thank you for sharing this Michael. Such a rich and full life coming out of the sketch, beautiful !
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Thanks, Phil, really kind of you.
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What a sweet post! Beautiful photograph and sketch.
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Thanks very much, ramaink!
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This is beautiful. I feel happy to be around her – even just through hearing a bit of her story.
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Thanks, Susan. She’s certainly a character!
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The line of the mouth and the eyes prove it is the same woman – good one!
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Thanks, Eleanor, kind of you to say so!
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Oh, Michael – how touching & how lovely xx
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Thanks very much, Sarah.
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Thats a lovely tribute
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Many thanks, Kate, much appreciated.
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Great Post. Love the simple line sketch and description of her life.
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Many thanks.
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Much appreciated – many thanks.
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Lovely words and pictures!
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Thank you, Claire, that’s very kind of you.
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Wonderful tribute to your mom! I lost both my folks last year, they too persevered through war, hardship, but lived a life of optimism and good humor. Thanks for sharing about your mother, you cheered my day! 😍
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I’m so sorry, Sharon. Losing both in the same year is very cruel. Thank you for your kind comments and much valued encouragement though – very sweet of you!
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Thank you Michael, my folks were both in their 90s as well. We miss them terribly, but have many memories of joy. Have a great day and happy blessings to your mom.
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So sweet, Michael – your simple drawing does a great job of telling your mother’s story. How wonderful it is indeed that her character and sense of humour is still shining through.
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Thank you as always for your kind response, Jacob. That generation of women were pretty remarkable!
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Absolutely – we often call them ‘tough as old boots’, and not without merit! Such admiration and respect for them.
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There is so much beauty in every aspect of this post. Wonderful.
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Thank you, Susan, that’s so kind of you.
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What a lovely story and a beautiful drawing 🙂
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Thank you, Rosie.
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I love your sketch and I love your mother, just from what you just told us about her! It’s a beautiful tribute.
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That’s so kind of you, Teresa.
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A wonderful tribute, Michael. This line: “all etched in the lines on her face.” Left me speechless.
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Thank you so much – I do appreciate your encouragement.
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This is so lovely Michael. I too have aging parents and sometimes just can’t see their age, just their loving joyful beings.
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Thank you, Cathe. It’s great that you can have that relationship with your parents – after all, their age is only one aspect of who they are.
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What a lovely meditation on your mother. And how wonderful that her sense of the absurd still sustains her (and I expect you and your brother as well). (K)
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Indeed – it’s an endless source of joy for us all!
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Amazing portrait… And your mother sounds like a very amazing woman. Very nice post my friend!
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Thanks, Charlie – she’s certainly one of a kind!
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What a special tribute to her. She sounds like a wonderful lady, one with whom I would enjoy sitting and chatting a spell. 🙂
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Thank you so much. She is quite special!
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I don’t think I’ve ever read such a wonderful summation of someone’s life. Heartfelt, personal, moving. Great sketch too.
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Thank you so much – I’m flattered! The subject is inspiring however.
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What a beautiful portrait of your mom along with your beautiful words. I was moved by both.
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Thank you, Carol, that’s so kind of you.
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Thank you so much for liking my posts Peace and Text/Art. What a lovely drawing of your mother. Such emotion from so few lines. I hate the word sketch that a lot of people use and prefer drawing and I really like your drawings.
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Thank you very much, Nancy. I thought your text art pieces were very powerful and original. I know what you mean about the word sketch – ‘drawing’ is altogether more noble!
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Love reading this, my mum is in her mid 80s and I write my blog thanks to her – we’re lucky to have our mums for so long
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A moving post, thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you for visiting and for commenting. She actually died at Easter and is profoundly missed.
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Great read. Having a loved parent with dementia is life changing for both patent and child. Its difficult to see the person we remember. As you found sometimes its their humor or smile we hold on to.
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That’s very true. Slowly the character slips away, just occasionally shining through for one golden moment. I’m glad you enjoyed the post.
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I just happened on this poignant post. I worked with people with dementia, and their families, for years, and I recognized her dementia in the portrait, before I read your text. I was thinking that her wonderful sense of the ridiculous may have evolved because of, not in spite of, everything life threw at her. But who knows? In any case, you seem to have come to a generous acceptance of her present state – in 2016 – and I know very well how hard that is to settle on. (I love “reality is something of a sliding scale” – made me smile!).
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Thank you so much for your kind comments. I’m sure you were a great comfort and help to your patients and their families.
You’re probably right about her sense of the ridiculous being because of what happened to her. Sadly she died in 2017, but remains in our hearts and thoughts still.
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