I am thinking of my dad today, my mom as well, because it was just her birthday. Dad was a dear, sweet person who allowed me to make my own mistakes, and consistently prevailed upon me, "You can do it!" in his sing-song way, believing in me. I didn't have to be any type of person for him, except a good honest one.
My parents were out of the Dust Bowl at the same time as the Great Depression. (If you ever want to read a book that introduces you to an exceptionally ardent group of survivors read The Worst Hard Time, by Timothy Egan.) They did not hover over me, because they knew I had life so good. They didn't take me to art museums, but they respected my drive to participate in the arts. Exposure to simple beauty is the great gift that my parents gave to me; life interwoven with mountains, rivers, orchards, flowers, oranges. Their quiet love for these entities became mine, and I expanded on it in my own way.
That's what I love about my dad and mom . . . just by watching them, I learned to love nature, family, entertaining in my home, resourcefulness, faith and self trust. I miss them.
Luminous Color Explorations
My name is Jill Keller Peters, and I am passionate about using color as a language to