WOMEN OF THE SAPPHIRE, Part 1

This was my mother’s ring. She bought it at the jewelry store in St. Catharines where she worked before she was married, before money had to be stretched for food and children and was not available for pretty things.
In the ancient and medieval worlds, this celestial blue stone signified power and strength as well as kindness and wise judgement. It was believed to bring protection, good fortune and spiritual insight. Even before I learned the symbolism, I felt this ring represented my mother like none of her other possessions. Sapphire was her birthstone, which is possibly why she bought it, but its unique design speaks to the woman she was. You notice this ring. You couldn’t help but notice my mother.
I started wondering if my grandmother and great-grandmother also may have had sapphire-like attributes, and if these may have cascaded down through three generations of daughters. So in a three-part series of posts, I’ll be peering down my maternal line, looking at the characters and behaviours of three female ancestors, looking for some blue sparkle!

My maternal great-grandmother: Josephine Robinson McSorley (1861-1936)
I have only a few stories about Josephine, yet what I do know of her seems to provide evidence of some sapphire qualities.

Josephine Robinson, circa 1890

She was born in Tonawanda, New York, the forth of seven children. When she was seven, her nine-year-old brother Jacob drowned in the Niagara River. During her youth, her father was frequently unemployed, disabled with inflammatory rheumatism and unable to work by the time Josephine was 19.  She moved to Buffalo then, and worked for a time as a servant.
Josephine married my flamboyant great-grandfather Richard McSorley in Buffalo in 1894, when she was 33 years old. Richard was known for saying to Josephine, “I’m going to check on a job” (he was a housepainter) or, “I’m going out for cigarettes,” and he’d be gone six months. My grandmother’s memories of her childhood were of Josephine taking in laundry and boarders and doing some nursing or midwifery to bring money into the household. And whenever Richard returned, Josephine always told my grandmother and her brother, “he is your father, he is to be treated with respect.”
Josephine and Richard had a new address in Buffalo every year for 16 years after their marriage. I’m guessing that despite both their efforts, money was short… maybe they had to outrun a few landlords? For part of 1919, the family lived in Los Angeles, but by the next year they were back in Buffalo. Later, Josephine visited Los Angeles a couple of times, where Richard had settled in the mid-1920s, apparently working in the movie industry. He died there in 1935.
From about 1925 until she died in 1936, Josephine lived with my grandparents. She seems to have chosen her daughter over her husband. A divorce of sorts? My mother was only five when Josephine died at home at the age of 75. Mom didn’t provide any memories of Josephine, but she did remember Richard’s Stetson hat.

I wish I had more than this patchy information from which to draw sense of my great-grandmother. But even with these few puzzle pieces, I see strength in her character, including an independent spirit, and she certainly gave protection to her children. I’m calling these her “sapphire qualities.”

Something to ponder: Do you think character traits can be inherited?

Welcome 2020!

The strength within that allows you to bend with circumstance is the same strength that keeps you from breaking.

Jozsef Gerencser, 1867-1919 (my great-grandfather)

Happy New Year! May 2020 bring you joy and strength within!

HOLIDAYS

Hello there!

As 2019 winds down, I would like to thank you for your loyalty and support this year. It means so much to me to read your comments and know that what I’m sending out is being received!

Heartfelt Christmas greetings to you and yours, no matter what you celebrate this time of year. My very best wishes for a healthy and joyful 2020. I will see you back here in January, with new poetry art, articles and posts that I hope you’ll enjoy.

As my final offering of 2019, I have for you one of my award-winning poems. Here’s Christmas Baking.

Love

Lee Ann

CHANGE IN THE AIR

Hello there!

Can you feel it yet? The change of season happened in my neighbourhood last Wednesday. I awoke to a difference in the air: a particular freshness, a unique clarity that characterizes autumn air, lighter than the least-humid day summer can provide.

Usually for me, this change during September marks a kind of new year, a leftover from my school days, of course. I remember the fragrance of new paper, binders and pencil crayons! Ahhh… 🙂

This year, I am delaying my “back to routine” until mid-month, after returning from a getaway to Fort McMurray and Canmore, Alberta. (Two places I insist every Canadian should visit – and I do tend to carry on emphatically about both places, just warning you!)

Once I do get back, I’ll be finishing three writing projects, which will take me through to the end of the year. And I can honestly say I have no idea what creative project(s) I’ll take on next. So many of my passionate pursuits have been completed in the last year or so!

Ever been in this situation? It’s not a first for me either. I know enough to know that something will grab my attention and I’ll be off again. Meantime, some reflection and some creative questioning are in order.

This month’s poem helped me express this “state of in between” where I currently find myself. It was inspired by a different kind of scene than I usually write from. I was in Niagara on the July 1 weekend when I spotted this and said to my sister, “Oh, that’s a poem!” Hope you enjoy “Sidewalk Ends.”

Lee Ann

INTERPRETATION

Hello there! I hope your summer has been sunny and relaxing so far.

I’ve assigned myself some rest and rejuvenation time this season, with an eye to the writing projects I have on deck for the fall and winter. So for now, I’m reading and re-reading some Canadian historical fiction (more on that soon) and generally allowing a pace of life that gives me plenty of time to take in the sky, the backyard view, and a few local events.

Ah, summer!

Meanwhile,  at the owaa gallery where I display some of my artwork, is an exhibition that I’m particularly excited about. It’s called “Interpretations,” where members were invited to interpret a photograph of Blakeney Rapids by owaa President John Edkins. You can see that photo on the main page of John’s website.

The resulting interpretations (for those members who took up the challenge) are fabulous in all their variations. I’d like to invite you to have a look, either in person at the CardelRec Recreation Complex in Stittsville, or virtually via the owaa website. Please consider this an opportunity to relax for a few moments and see what one piece of art can spark in other people. Who knows – maybe this will trigger some latent creativity in you!

My take on John’s photo can be seen at the gallery, or here.

I’ll be back here next month. Hope you will too!

Lee Ann

YEAR OF THE TROLLIUS

Hello there!

Hope all is well in your neighbourhood. Ottawa’s spring has been slow to arrive, cold and very wet. Today is the third day IN A ROW without any rain (well, maybe a thunderstorm later today…) People have been grumbling, but one result in local gardens is a remarkable showing of Trollius. Known as globeflower, this perennial gem has been a resident in my back yard for at least a decade. It usually flowers, but not in the showstopping way it has this year: bright yellow lollipop blooms perch atop four-foot high stems, little beacons of colour beside the fading Alliums. Give it just the right conditions: new space in the garden where a tree used to overshadow it, lots of moisture, cool temps, and WOW.

Makes me think about how we all have our moments in life, when conditions are just right for us to shine. Do you know what these conditions are for you? Is this your season, your phase, your moment? What are the ingredients, the situations, the elements, that make things just right for you?

For me it’s important to be creating new things: garden designs, stories, articles, poems, photographs. This is what feeds me. Nature is a key ingredient, as those of you who follow this blog already know. So is history, particularly of the places that are meaningful to me: like Niagara Falls, where I was born and lived for the first 12 years of my life. On a recent weekend there, I was once again inspired by the mighty Niagara River (sorry, Ottawa and Rideau, you’re not quite at the same level of spectacular!)

I hope you can find or make for yourself the conditions that feed and inspire you! Meanwhile, here’s the latest poem with photo, called “If You Fall.”

Lee Ann