CRICKET

12x16 oil on canvas nfs

This was my grandmother; the woman whose face lit up when she spoke about Jesus. I have such beautiful memories of this precious woman and could fill up many pages writing about her. Mom-Mom loved her vegetable garden and you could find her in it from sunup to sundown; she could grow anything in super abundance and always shared her bounty from the garden. My grandparents were quite the gardeners, in addition to the overflowing vegetable garden, there were lemon, pear, fig, tangerine, orange, kumquat trees...and I'm sure many more types that I have forgotten through the years. 

She had a precious servant's heart and lived by example always putting others before herself. In her portrait, I tried so hard to portray the kindness and gentleness she always showed us.  I asked her one time how she came to be called Cricket and she told me that it was a nickname she was given because when she was little she hopped around all the time.  After she told me that, she shrugged her shoulders and said "That was a long time ago, I think that's why they call me Cricket."

I miss her.