KATE.. The Great!

I've just written this piece for F.Schumacher. Please take a moment to check-in and see what Katherine Hepburn might have been up to during this pandemic. Hope you take something away from her tenacious spirit. ~pgt

 

https://livetheedit.com/2020/07/katherine-hepburn-design-p-gaye-tapp/

a simple cotton dress of blue, for I, have loved the skies.

circumscribed in pine and yew—and lilies of the field-BCT

Betty Anne Cushwa Tapp, 89 of Roxboro, died Wednesday, February 26, 2020, at her home. 

Born, April 12, 1930, in Roxboro, to parents George Joseph Cushwa and Bessie Pettigrew Cushwa. She attended Woman’s College in Greensboro, pursuing her love of art and singing. She continued her love of painting, and poetry sharing her work with family and friends throughout her life.

She said her greatest accomplishments were her three children, instilling in them her sense of kindness, and her acceptance of every individual regardless of their diverse beliefs or station in life.

She is preceded in death by her one and only love, husband Norman Lewis Tapp; and three of her siblings, Helen C. Gentry, Annette C. Snipes, and George Cushwa Jr. Surviving are her children, Paul Norman Tapp and his wife Joanne Reed of Fairfield, Iowa, Kevin Cushwa Tapp of Winston-Salem and Patricia Gaye Tapp of Roxboro; sister, Hanky C. McFadyen of Roxboro; two grandchildren, Elizabeth Tapp and her husband Adam Ewing, and Jeremy Tapp.

A private memorial service will be held in the home.
In remembrance of her life, Betty would encourage you to donate to the charity or cause you most believe in.

in memory

oddly the holiday that brings pine and holly

brings a stillness no rustling of green can shutter.

as with Loss, December races to catch us-coming in red and green.

children never wonder at the slight trace of sadness in a beautiful mother's smiling face-

a granmother's happy forbearance of mistletoe. 

women who have lost father, sister, little siblings, parents, husbands-

the faces that shown brightly in their midst-

how they must have shown just a bit brighter in holiday's waning candle.

memory that glows to crackling when a December day closes-

 memory that comes cautiously close-peering through the tinsel and lights.

caressing Us down that old wooded path to Love.

it is right to remember.

it is good to find these loving spirits stirring you.

remembering a day when nothing else mattered but Love. 

in loving memory and celebration of my father-February 4,1930-December 19, 2004, my parents wedding anniversary of December 23, 1951, & my grandparents anniversary of December 24, 1918.

this post was originally published under the title  Spirits on December 19th 2010

Holly Jolly

Pierre Balmain embroidered cocktail dress, 1955. 

 Black velvet by J Leonard, Embroidered by Lesage with Scarlet Velvet Berries, 

Embroidered Green Leaves spangled with tiny gunmetal sequins