Sunday, September 28, 2014



During our vacation, my sister-in-law showed us all the photos she'd gotten after The Doctor's  Mother passed away. I had just finished showing her our road trip photos.

 The San Antonio River Walk was on one of our stops. She gave me this one...

 her Mother (my mother-in-law) with an art exhibit on the San Antonio River  Walk in 1947! Even though the photo had Nov 1947 stamped on the top, we're not quit sure when the photo was taken. See that little girl in the playpen? That's the Doc's older sister and seeing as The Doc was born in Jan 1948,he could be in the photo, too. But the even cooler thing about this photo is we have 2 of the pieces of art in our home.

 This is Lulubell, and in the photos she's on the left.

And this one is of a Russian church in northern California. It's pretty much dead center on the bottom. Thank you people of San Antonio for not buying these two pieces.

I know Lulubelle was made in the early 1940's when Lila was in collage at San Jose State. She went on to marry Wes, have 5 children, be a special ed teacher in southern California, be a Grandmother to 9 and Great-Grandmother to 5. She passed away in 2011 a couple of months after her 90th birthday. 

Past meets present, indeed.


  1. That picture of the Doc's mother at work is wonderful and Lulubell? Stunning! x

  2. Not sure my first comment went through! I love this! How amazing that you have those art pieces. I am in love with stories like this! Wonderful stuff. XO Lynn

  3. Wonderful photo of your MIL, and how great to have two of the pieces in the pic. xxx

  4. What a gorgeous photo and how special to have some momentos from your past. Two beautiful pieces!

  5. What a serendipitous connection you've made here, Thorne! Not only does her work demand respect on its own merits, its appearance in that irreplaceable photo assures these pieces will be forever family heirlooms -- gifts from a gifted matriarch.

    And how happy your MIL would be with her protrayal as a young working mother. I inherited a prize wedding-ring quilt from a 90-year-old friend, which I then gave as a wedding present to a niece. I asked my friend's widower for a photo of the quilter to accompany the gift, anticipating a formal portrait of her as a silver-haired great lady. He provided an image of her in 40s short and halter top, hair in a kerchief, building a brick BBQ! "How she'd like to be remembered..."