Malcolm and I have been sitting in the sun porch this Sunday evening reliving the weekend. Thank you all who came to be with us at the Richmond Convention.
We are exhausted both physically and mentally. So much happened in that short space of time. It was a weekend of joyful sharing and now my voice is weak because I never stopped talking.
My mind is bouncing from one memory to another, friends reunited, new friends made. As I go back over conversations, images of your faces come clear in my mind. I feel a part of the whole, no longer the lonely artist painting in the seclusion of her island studio. I wanted to say this thank you before going to bed. In the morning I will feel refreshed and tell you more about the convention.
We held the convention in downtown Richmond. Like many cities of similar size, Richmond's center has suffered over the past thirty years. There were those who had asked us to choose a location in the suburbs. I am glad we chose to be in the heart of the city, a city about to experience a renaissance.
Within a radius of four blocks of the convention hotel lies much of Richmond's history. Our Sunday morning convention walk was led by Nancy Hughes, whose office is next door to the home of Robert E. Lee. Nancy took us past Lee's home to the Capitol, the Governor's Mansion and St. Paul's Episcopal Church, where Lee worshipped.
Nancy also filled us in on more recent times, pointing out the statue of Bill Bojangles Robinson, the tap dancer of Shirley Temple movie fame. She told us of the successes of Richmond's African Americans, who, in addition to Bojangles and his breakthrough in the film world, include the late Arthur Ashe, the first African American to win a Wimbledon title and Governor Douglas Wilder, the first to be elected governor of a state.
On Broad Street we passed vacant buildings that had housed Miller and
Rhoads and Thalhimers, elegant stores, once Meccas for the FFV's, the
First Families of Virginia. It reminded me of the days when a friend,
Hazel Dunlap, would persuade me to accompany her to Miller and Rhoads.
She insisted that I wear gloves and a hat. Not something I was normally
I am working up an idea for a convention print that will be generic to the State of Ohio. If you have suggestions as to what might be included, please give Tricia, my personal assistant, a call at 1-800-430-1320.
You will be hearing more about the Dayton convention in the coming weeks but meanwhile please note the date on your calendars.
Gilbert makes a good cup of tea and has many words of wisdom and tales of local lore. Last week Gilbert told Malcolm if you have a problem with miniature ants invading your kitchen, you need to peel back a cucumber and rub the juice in their path and they will soon be gone.
I don't have any ants at the moment to try it on. If you do, please let me know if this works on your ants. It may only be applicable to Mathews ants.
If it works on all small ants, the cucumber treatment will be a Godsend in my kitchen in Panama when Malcolm fails to clean up properly after taking a snack and the little creatures appear within ten minutes. I do not like using poison when there is an alternative.
These are the galleries and frame shops that donated to the raffle and auction:
Canada Goose Gallery, Waynesville, Ohio