I love Tuesdays and it’s all because of Betty. On Tuesdays, I get to leave my messy house with dishes that need washing and floors that need cleaning for a few hours and get together with my artist-friends and look at what they’re painting, talk about what I’m painting, talk about whatever is going on – we talk about a lot of things while we’re working. We drink coffee and share cookbooks and art books and useful websites with each other, or whatever. We’ve been known to paint to live music from time to time, since my husband and a couple of the other artists tend to go out and play gigs together here and there. It’s really like an open studio, jam session, art hang-out sometimes.
The art class was begun by an elderly lady in our church named Betty Cumberland. We all owe so much to Betty for getting us started with our paintbrushes and oil paints! She has literally taken hold of a hand or two and dabbed the first bit of paint onto that first blank canvas for some of us. Always the encourager, she would point out mistakes and give gentle direction without ever coming across in a negative way. She painted right along with the rest of us, asking for our critique of her work, as well.
Our beautiful art teacher passed away last Sunday morning. My life would not be what it is if Betty had not touched it. I am so thankful that she took the time to share her gifts with all of us. She has helped me to grow, to stretch my imagination, to think about what I see. She has been a wonderful example to me of an honest, solid, Godly woman. She spoke gently and with humor and fought like a mama bear for her kids, when she needed to. We will miss her greatly.















