“Art in the Garden” is over, thank heavens. It was a huge success – because we had beautiful gardens and the Hilton Garden Inn fed everyone breakfast. I’m not stupid. Breakfast sells.
But Linda Sanders (above) made it mystical. She’s the blond 30-something girl painting above.. (She’s really 60 something and I want to be her. She’s the most beautiful senior citizen I’ve ever seen.)
I want to tell you Linda’s story. It gives me hope that maybe there’s a reason to hang around.
Linda was a wife and mother who felt she had no talent. Her mother Jean, corroborates her story. Her stick figures were an embarrassment in grade school and she never progressed beyond that.
One day when she was 54 (seven years ago), she was talking to her mother on the telephone and began doodling. She looked down and saw what she had sketched – Leonardo Di Vinci could have done it. She was so spooked that she didn’t go to sleep that night. She painted and painted because she felt that God had given her a special blessing and could take it away any minute.
Linda has been painting ever since. I watched her painting today and she gets totally lost in her art.
My favorite “ friend,” Marty Southern Friend of West Point stopped by. She and I tried to channel up a talent we might have missed. Marty said “Gosh, I want to learn to sing.”
She remembered the ugly words that destroyed her singing career in Junior High. Miss Nell Millard, our choral director all those years said, “Mawtha, don’t you sing, honey. Why don’t you just mouth the words.”
It’s okay Marty, I think she told me the same thing and I was in the SEXtet…