Emma
I see her strong steady stance with hands clasped, her easy smile, soft blue eyes and ivory skin framed in light haired curls this is my picture of Emma. I think of her as my aunt, but actually my cousin by marriage. But more so I know her as close family, a source of many fond memories, and someone I proudly share the name of Allebes.
My picture of Emma is one of calm cheerfulness. Centered in the fullness of faith her foundation anchored. She was even, fair, predictably positive, accepting and believed in the goodness of others. The unique notes in her voice were the tone of a sun filled room.
The world of Emma is one of color, rich in pattern, embedded in texture, medleys of tones, variety of shapes, intricate design. As a young girl and our visits to the home I was enchanted by the work room wanting to uncover every treasure in those red wicker baskets, wanting to linger on every detail of her masterful projects, wanting to touch the finishings or embellishments on her creations. It wasn’t just the workroom that each house had. Each workspace growing with each new house. It wasn’t just the studios I remember visiting that were so captivating. The home was a trove of treasures. It was the walls carefully arranged with images, art, textile work. It was the furnishings and findings, pillows that told story, objects of function now art forms. It was gizmos, gadgets, games. Everything and anything would spin the imagination.
This trove of creativity was certainly the visual focus of my memory but what I now know I was impressed with most was Emma’s core of confidence. She didn’t seem to doubt her self, her talent, her purpose, her potential, her being one with creation. She is centered in the fullness of faith and her foundation is anchored. You hear it in her voice, you see it in her face, you witness it in the myriad of her creative expressions, you feel it in her presence.
It is difficult to use a past tense because her spirit is so strong and she left so much of her with each of us. We are so blessed to be part of her family.
With much love,
Franceskay and family
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