I told you she made exquisite things

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

handmade teddy bears

Mom made this pair of teddy bears for my twin nephews when they were born in 1984.

Fully articulated, a bell in one ear and though they’ve worn off, she painted the most impossibly small hearts in each of their eyes.

Still though? These fellas have held up extremely well over the years.

I’m so proud of my sister’s boys for the amazing care they give to all the important things that come into their lives.

In memory of my mom

Monday, December 10, 2018

Paula Lynn Glass was loved by many. She moved gracefully through life with a charm that put folks at ease. Her smile and attentive nature made each shared moment special and invigorating.

Her life began in the hills of Branchland, West Virginia on May 28, 1942 to Lorena Williams. Lorena went on to marry Elmer Barbour and the family grew to include sister April (Robbins) and brother Chuck.

They moved to Cincinnati, Ohio and her father embarked on a career in lithography, but the spirit of Appalachia would be a significant thread throughout Paula’s life, craft and work.

She was most at home in a garden, but her interests grew far beyond the herbs, flowers and trees she planted through her 76 years.

Her appetite for experiences was infectious. The easiest place to understand her interests would be to browse the library she organized neatly by topic. Gardening comprised a formidable set of shelves—but she also had deep appreciation for cooking across many cultures, spirituality, history, philosophy, art, antiques, design, architecture, poetry and a special section for the art of bookbinding and paper making.

You may have met Paula behind the counter of an antique store she started in a church, or another she helped manage at Duck Creek through retirement. And though she loved the history and stories behind things, there was always a piece of her heart collecting items to make something new… Paper.

Her love for handmade paper was immeasurable. It was a joy she was able to share with others as her husband Robert Glass, a machinist, built a press to her specification that made the process easier and more approachable for all.

Paula was often manifesting creative ideas into a welcomed reality—a trait admired by her daughter, Robin Steck and sons Robert, Thomas and Chris.

She made sure the family farm in New Richmond was as unique as her worldview. In the pastures roamed Belted Galloway cows from Scotland while peacocks lorded over the large gardens.

Her life was filled with learning. It started young as she mastered sewing through quilt making, but advanced to the work of a fine seamstress. She made clothes for loved ones and later developed a line of exquisite stuffed animals she sold to many lucky individuals.

She embraced technology in the middle of her career and managed the office of a design startup company led by her youngest in downtown Cincinnati. She became the favorite of every employee.

Her love for Cincinnati grew over the years and became the city she emphatically called home. She carefully chose her final resting place in the neighborhood of Northside. She loved its artistic community and bohemian spirit, most colorfully on display during the annual 4th of July parade.

Watching the parade from her porch became a yearly tradition for friends and family. This was her favorite holiday, evident by her spirited cheering as it went by each year.

Every place she lived, she worked tirelessly to make beautiful—each home decorated thoughtfully with art and light and color. But her soul was in her garden—a collection of herbs and flowers and trees, each with meaning and stories of their own.

Her joy of gardening was inherited by her grandchildren Mark and Matthew Galea. Her creativity lives on in her granddaughter Gabrielle Galea and great grandchild Livia Galea.

She passed peacefully at home, surrounded by loved ones, near her garden on December 10, 2018.

A celebration of her life will happen at her home in Northside on May 28, 2019. Contact a family member for information.

In lieu of donations, please send a handwritten card to someone you hold dear.

St. Francis

Thursday, November 29, 2018

The temperature was cold and it was too early in the evening for dinner crowds or revelers. So it was easy to sneak downtown and pop into mom’s favorite restaurant* and pick up her favorites for take-out.

Took a stoplight moment to regard St. Francis here on the way home.

* Aladdin’s Eatery. They serve Lebanese food and she loves it because it is delicious and healthy and that? That’s pretty amazing.

They’ll need a crane

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

American Can Loft Cincinnati

Thumbprints

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

thumbprint cookies

My brother Robert made thumbprint cookies.

They were delicious to everyone except for the person we hoped would want them the most.

Mother Teresa quote

A quote by Mother Teresa my mom made note of.

Unintentional

Monday, November 26, 2018

I couldn’t recreate this in Photoshop if I tried.

I wish to live

Saturday, November 24, 2018

My mom leaves notes around her house. You can find them written on scraps of paper in books or drawers, but sometimes you’ll find them affixed to the wall.

In this case, she posts a note above the sink that starts with a quote from Elbert Hubbard, but expands on his notions in her own words and tells a story about her life.

Her handwriting, so very neat. Even at my most dedicated I cannot recreate the meticulous and elegant rhythm.

I wish to live without hate, whim, jealousy, envy, fear, clean in mind and body, unaffected—ready to say, I do not know if it be so, and meet all people on an absolute equality—to face any obstacle and meet every difficulty unabashed and unafraid!

I was raised by a mother who was on her own and my grandparents (her parents) with so much love I didn’t not even realize I was missing a father. My mother married my father when I was five—he was the best father I could have ever had and I still miss him & his advice.

I look at this note and I don’t think it is posted as a reminder for my mom.

It is a way to share her thoughts with others.

Makit & Bakit

Makit & Bakit Christmas Ornament Kit II

We made these growing up. Maybe not this exact kit, but the one we had did include the dove of peace and trio of candles, for sure.

I love everything about this.

The vibrant colors.

The lockup of Makit & Bakit.

The gradients.

Heck, I even like their use of Hobo.

I scoured eBay to get one of these kits in hopes to rekindle the childhood activity.

I’m just getting resigned nods so far, but I’m holding out hope the spirit will return!

Also? I have a feeling these are really toxic because new versions don’t melt plastic beads. You just “paint” colors on clear glass with markers.

Lame.