Dawn DeVries Sokol


{True North}


It's funny how pages can turn out. I started this page with just scribbling some watercolor pencil and then spraying it. I tried a horizontal photo of my mom with my aunt when they were kids, but it just didn't gel. Then I started finding photos of my grandparents, and I went from there. I started adding photos of them together, and also found the one of my grandpa mowing the lawn...And then their wedding photo (June 14, 1939.) It wasn't until I went to stamp today's date that it hit me: Their anniversary was yesterday. How strange that it didn't even OCCUR to me for a while. Not until I was done with the page.

My grandma I knew, and I miss her so much. She was stubborn, but fun. She loved reading the tabloid newspapers, her rags, she called them. And whenever we had a potluck at her house, she always made too many desserts. The family would gather at her house Sunday mornings for coffee. And the coffee would flow for a good part of the day, while everyone sat around the kitchen table, gabbing.

My grandpa died a week before I was born. I wish I could have met him. Everyone says what a loving spirit he was. The grandkids couldn't even walk in the house past him without him insisting they sit on his lap. He loved planes, drafting and drawing, and creating. He was an extremely intelligent man, working with the government on various things. And if my grandma got mad at him, he put up with her silent treatments, even teasing her about them...My mom called him "her light". I can't even imagine what it was like for her to deal with his death just before she had me. It's one of the many things we have in common: we both lost our dads when they were way too young. Hers was 49, mine 59.

Happy Anniversary, Grandma and Grandpa...