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Showing posts with label Stevan Arnold. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stevan Arnold. Show all posts

Grandma Mary Hill (Audio)

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

In 1988, Stevan Arnold recorded his grandmother, Mary Eslie Hill (1899-1996) talking about her family photographs and her memories of her family history. Mary was not the youngest of her siblings, but she lived the longest. I remember visiting her house in Iowa with my father the summer before I began graduate school (1990), and Mary was remarkably independent and a wonderful storyteller. She was still making quilts, and while they weren't as elaborate as the ones she had made in years past, they were better than any quilt I ever made. She also had a vast collection of hand bells and owl figurines, both of which she claimed she had started collecting by accident, almost as a joke. The apex of the collection was a small hand bell in the shape of an owl.

I am working on uploading a complete soundfile of the first session by father made with Mary. In the meantime, here is short clip of her describing the day her younger sister Helen was born in 1905.



Richard Eldon Arnold (1915-2007)

Thursday, July 22, 2010

My grandfather, Richard Eldon "Dick" Arnold (1915-2007) was one of the funniest people I have ever known. He was also a complete neat freak: we often referred to his house as the "museum," both because it was so clean and tidy and because of all of his magnificent paintings that he displayed on a rotating basis (see some of his paintings below in the slide show).

Born in Iowa, he married my grandmother Liz in 1942. There is a wonderful home movie from near the end of the war that features not only Dick but also Liz, Buck (Dick's brother), and my father Stevan Arnold. After the war, Liz and Dick had three other children: Chris, Tim, and Elissa.


There is also a low resolution version

When I was a child, Dick worked as a graphic artist for a newspaper in L.A., but I remember him mainly as an artist. I loved to go into his studio and see what he was painting. The studio looks onto my grandmother's magnificent garden and reminded me of a tree house.




Do you have any memories or funny stories about Dick that you would like to share? If so, post them below in the comments!

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