In memory of Hannah Rachel
Kempler 1870 - 1936.



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"My
mother had been dead for 16 years...
In July of 1998, I went to help her sister pack her things to
move to a new apartment. I have always loved my Aunt Adele. She
is an artist and she was my earliest mentor.
As we finished our work, full of sweat and dust, she came out
of her bedroom with a small box and gave it to me. 'These belonged
to your great-grandmother, Hannah Rachel, who you are named for.
I think you should have them, because you are the oldest grandchild
and you have her Jewish name.' Then she added, 'I've even discussed
this with my children.'
I was flooded with sensations. My aunt and I exchanged few presents
during my lifetime and this felt enormous. The sense of connection
with the female descendants in my family had been denied to me
for a very long time. I loved my grandmother, Nettie, very much
and when she died a few years after my mother, that direct line
was gone and I was alone.
My mother was an expert seamstress and my grandmother had sewn
patch quilts which are on the beds of the entire extended family.
The images in these paintings came from that renewed sense of
connection. The ideas for fabrics, sleeves, beads, buttons and
brooches just poured forth as though I really knew what she might
have worn.
I don't often have the surety and strength that I had making
these pieces. The beads were a profound gift. To experience the
connection to the line of women, of which I am a part, was the
greatest gift.
I can really hear Nettie talking about the 'dry goods.'
I hope Hannah enjoyed these beads as much as I have." |