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In Loving Dedication To My Grandmother

Beatrice Smith

This piece is an accumulated memory, starting with a precious night light my grandmother possesed as a child…

A remembrance of a yellow glow in a childhood bedroom; a cherished object with perceived monetary and sentimental value became broken over half a lifetime. A journal entry from 1999 points to the memory and the culprit; my grandmothers cat named Monet. A connection to my Dutch heritage, Monet was Dutch. White, traditional hats, the feminine lace of a woman’s touch, the women who carry my bloodline. The emblem and strength of the Unema crest; a wooden barn sign to protect future prosperity. Photographs of generations preceding me, friends of my ancestors,

A story about where I came from and how I came to be.

No amount of time, distance, or wear on your memory can diminish the gifts you have given me Bea.