I grew up in a very rural place in western North Carolina. My town was small but my dreams were not. Both my grandmothers raised 5 children each but still took time to raise colorful flowers and make intricate quilts from worn out bits of cloth. My paternal grandfather was a fixer in the local cotton mills, raised a huge garden to feed his family and played claw hammer style banjo whenever the mood struck. My maternal grandfather raised cotton during the summer, worked in the textile mills in the winter and hunted and fished pretty much year round or as long as it was legal. By the time my parents met and started a family, factory life and constant gardening were as much a part of our life as Bible school and flying June bugs were of summertime.
Being raised in a family of multi-taskers was a good preparation for a life in the arts. I am grateful for their continual optimism that there was always time for what mattered most. Today, my life is filled with a mixture of art making, teaching and garden creating. There is time for what matters most!