Ivy's Trail

A new page. This time it is my other great grandmother, married to the great grandfather in the previous post. Are you completely confused yet? Her name was Ivy. The front of the page shows a construction which incorporates metal leaves and copper wire used to represent, well, ivy. A visual representation of her name. (Click on the picture for a closer view of the details if you like).



Here's a closer view of the top of the page.




Ivy enjoyed gardening and was by all accounts a great cook, looking after her extended family, and so the page is a reflection of those things that my mother remembers about her. So here is a little piece of poetry for the gardener...

Who loves a garden
finds within his soul
life's whole;
He hears the anthem of the soil
While integrates toil;
And sees beyond his little sphere
the waving fronds of heaven, clear.

-Louise Seymour Jones

One of my mothers strongest memories is of the Hydrangeas that grew in her garden, and so I have captured them here for her.

And here she is, our Ivy. The microscope glass contains little phrases of text describing some facts about Ivy, while on the side of the page some text relating to her convict heritage, as Ivy's heritage also contains a convict background. As with my great grandfather, I wanted to acknowledge this past but not focus directly on it. (You can click on the picture to see the details). So the focus remains on the things my mother remembers about her. The garden, her cooking, where she lived, for the aim was to bring alive those memories for my mother, the things for which she new her best.

Ivy was also a very one eyed football fan. Apparently the family gave her a wide berth when she was there supporting the local club where my great grandfather used to play in his younger days. A seriously one eyed supporter was our Ivy. Love her commitment :) Apparently the rest of the women in the family caught this particular gene too, lol.