Any Color’s All Right As Long As It’s Green (for Lucille)

While I was working on “Any Color’s All Right As Long As It’s Red” in honor of my Grandpa Clark, I realized Red was the first in a series for my grandparents.  After a little digging through my parent’s and my own memory banks, favorite colors were recalled so the work could begin.

My maternal grandmother, Lucille, loved green.  The carpets in the three houses I remember her living in were always some shade of her favorite color.  She was an independent, strong, and stubborn woman — I’ve inherited all of that from her and couldn’t be more pleased.  My brother and I were her only grandchildren, so she doted on us, taking us camping in her Airstream trailer to Paraiso Hot Springs.  The scent of eucalyptus reminds me of those trips.

I remember her letting herself into our house, a dozen Winchell’s donuts in hand.  “I can’t stay; I brought these for the kids,” she’d say as she dropped the box on the kitchen counter, one heel already turned to dart back out the door to run her errands or attend Altar Society meetings or visit with friends.

She also loved music.  Or more correctly, loved musical instruments.  She owned a baby grand piano, an organ, a violin, an accordion, a flute, and probably a couple more.  I faintly recall a guitar.  Probably not a Les Paul, though.

Lucille passed away when I was 25.  She was the last remaining grandparent and the one most active in our lives.  I hope she can see the field of green I’m creating for her.

Green - Canvas

A field of green

Green - Top 01

I can see her playing the piano…

Come back in a couple of weeks to see how the quilting is coming along.

Tell me about your longest living grandparent.