Letter from Leah
In days of yore, people often kept shoe boxes full of letters and postcards under their beds or in some secret spot high up in their closet. These were hand written treasures that contained both stories and sentiments. I am of a generation that still places value on these marvellous missives and have several scattered throughout my memory boxes. Yes, I have several, though I tried to pare them down earlier this year.
There are several letters and cards that have come in during this four and a half year painting journey that I keep close. I received another yesterday.
On Remembrance Day, I chose to paint Krista's grandfather Beaton Tulk. He was a private in WWII who returned to Newfoundland after the war to his beautiful bride Leah. Together they had five children. Tragically, Beaton died of a massive heart attack at the age of 44. Leah was left to raise the children on her own. She never remarried. Beaton was the one and only love of her life.
Fast forward about 50 years…
There are several letters and cards that have come in during this four and a half year painting journey that I keep close. I received another yesterday.
On Remembrance Day, I chose to paint Krista's grandfather Beaton Tulk. He was a private in WWII who returned to Newfoundland after the war to his beautiful bride Leah. Together they had five children. Tragically, Beaton died of a massive heart attack at the age of 44. Leah was left to raise the children on her own. She never remarried. Beaton was the one and only love of her life.
Fast forward about 50 years…
