The Real Mother Goose…
My Grandmother taught me my Nursery Rhymes. She playfully injected my childhood with rhymes and stories that filled my mind with such creative life. “Grandma Goose” was my advocate for all things young, simple, imaginative, and innocent. She hosted great tea parties, laughed with a contagious cackle, made tremendous blanket forts, ran a children’s clothing shop on Main Street in Bountiful Utah (Appropriately named “The Mother Goose Shop”), hummed silly little tunes, encouraged creative art projects and experiments, and always had a hug for me when I needed one. Grandma Goose gave me a great introduction into how potentially beautiful and happy life can be. I think that is why I still daydream and seek out the blissful qualities of childhood. I know that she has felt tremendous heartache in her life, but she has always found a way to let happiness in. My Grandma Goose isn’t as young as she used to be, but she still hums and smiles at life. While I don’t sit on her lap and listen to her stories anymore; she does ask me for my stories and intently listens to me while I explain the symbolism of my latest works of art. I hope she knows that one of the main reasons why I am able to creatively tell my stories on clay is because of her inspiring influence. Thank you Grandma Goose for telling me such great stories and always making me feel like a talented and wonderful freckle-faced kid!
