Sunday, May 6, 2012

Holding my Ham Hostage

Often when people are first getting used to the idea of me drawing random stuff, they are confused about the process and they'll make some incorrect assumptions, such as:

"Do we bring Grandpa and the cats to your house so you can draw them?"
"Is 5 am an okay time to call you?" 
"Are you going to sit in our front yard and draw our house?  Or... what?" 



I draw from photographs.  I drew from life in college during the one drawing class that I took as a part of my useless advertising degree.  Naked people came into the room and we had to draw them.  There was a lot of excess girth and hair. So live drawing is out for me. 


Just in case you were planning for me to come over to your house to draw you, let's establish that I like to think of myself as the pencil portrait store... you're supposed to come to me.  If you want to buy some deli ham, you don't tell the deli lady to come to your house.  Speaking of deli ladies, the last time I bought ham at Jewel (the Signature ham off the bone is cheap and delicious and my damn kids eat it like potato chips), one of the Jewel deli ladies was smiling beatifically, like the 40 Year Old Virgin poster of Steve Carrell. 


Intrigued by her joy at slicing my ham, I said to the deli lady, "Wow, you sure look happy!!!"


The deli lady looked half busted and half triumphant.  She glanced nervously at her coworkers who were enthusiastically NOT making eye contact with her.  "I'm just going to say it!" she blurted... "It's Jesus!!!" 



Deli lady went on to talk extensively about Jesus and her relationship with God while her coworkers continued to look as pointedly away from her as possible. She was holding my ham hostage.  While having a chat about Jesus with the deli lady wasn't what I had planned for the day, it made for a memorable Jewel trip. I was intrigued by the nervous behavior and her defiant preface, "I'm just going to say it..."  Clearly maybe she'd said "it" quite a bit and maybe it had been suggested by her boss and/or coworkers to save the Jesus talk for another time. 

Like most trips to the deli, drawing portraits doesn't usually involve Jesus discussions.  But sometimes it does.  Lots of people I meet take the time to tell me how blessed I am, how God has given me a precious gift.  Most are very kind.  Some stare me aggressively in the eye while they tell me I'm blessed, measuring the churchiness of my reaction.  I agree that I am blessed in many, many ways. And yet, my particular upbringing and religious experiences haven't made me super comfortable with sudden, unexpected chats about the Lord.  You might feel yourself becoming eager to discuss God with me right now.  That would make me feel like you're holding my ham hostage.  Everyone is different and I'm not big into God chats.


I had my longest, most involved religious discussion with a very special client, who also demanded a pencil portrait store house call. 

I met Gilbert Stoddard at my very first craft show in 2005 with one of her many daughters. Not only did she automatically assume that I was going to her house for our portrait transaction, she tried her hardest to save my poor, confused soul. 

For a woman well into her 80’s, Gilly is a true lady - accessorized, curled and sparkling every time you see  her.   She stays extremely busy with her big family, church and friends, which was why I think we didn't get together until nearly a year after we met.  For some reason, I kept following up with her.  I'm not always all that conscientious in following up with my prospective clients.  Perhaps I sensed that she’d be important to me. 

Gilly is good through and through. She welcomed me into her house with open arms, eagerly showing me photographs of her four daughters and ten grandchildren.  The same daughter still attends my shows and I heard there are three great-grandchildren now as well, and counting.  On a wall behind Gilly's dining room table, there were ten columns of 5x7 photographs of each grandchild from babyhood through high school or college graduations.  Beautiful photos of weddings and family gatherings were everywhere. 


The occasion for one of my pencil portraits was their 59th wedding anniversary. Gilly wanted to celebrate her husband's Naval career with images of him throughout his service.  Since it was for their anniversary and they so clearly had a beautiful life together, I suggested that we include both of them in the portrait.  She liked that idea and guided me into her bedroom where she pulled a big photo board out from under her bed.  It was covered with pictures that one of her daughters had put together for their 50th anniversary. 


The photos were gorgeous.  I thought Gilly and her husband looked like movie stars when they met in the 1940’s.  He was a young sailor and she was a dancer.  Gilly said that all her friends thought that Mr. Stoddard was a looker.  After she saw him for the very first time, she turned to her friends and said, "That's the man I'm going to marry."  They've been married over 65 years now.  She told me about how wonderful her marriage had been and all the special times her family had together.  She hit the jackpot.

“Families that pray together and play together, stay together,” Gilly announced.

I told her that I was so happy for her, that she was really lucky.  I was having a terrible time coping with some relationship problems with family.

“Do you have a relationship with God?” Gilly asked. 


Uh oh. 


If you haven't smelled the swiss cheese by now, I am Switzerland when it comes to religion.  Plus I love swiss cheese and Triscuits with my wine if I'm out of Cheez-itsI respect faith in general.  I envy those who have their spiritual life figured out.  Amen to you.  Meanwhile, I am very busy over-analyzing, questioning, doubting and obsessing over whether anyone is mad at me.  I have yet to have that transcending religious experience that compels me to quote some scripture at the DMV.  But for those who do, I get that it is no joke.

Back to sweet, lovely Gilly.  She is a true believer, and spent her youth as a traveling evangelist.  She feels she was blessed with the name Gilbert because she was invited to speak by churches who assumed she was a man at a time when only men were welcome to speak at the pulpit.  She told me stories about how she helped non believers become evangelists themselves.  She’s the real deal and packs a serious religious love punch. 

Gilly made an impact on my business and in my life in such unexpected ways. The portrait of Gilly and her husband over sixty years of marriage has touched more people than any of my other portraits combined.  I've drawn dozens of "then and now" anniversary portraits, thanks to her.  People at my shows sigh with appreciation when they see the caption, "Sixty Years Together".  We all wish for that, for our parents, for ourselves. All that precious time in one image.

During a portrait meeting (there were quite a few), Gilly remarked, smiling, “Our God is a wonderful God, don’t you think?” All the light in the world shined bright in her eyes, but she also had that deli look… the questioning look.  I felt a tug of uncertainty.  Was I missing something that these kinds of questions always make me so uncomfortable, even with a dear lady like Gilly?  She stood up, walked behind the couch where I was sitting and put her hands on my shoulders.  She said, “Jesus, please help this dear girl cope with her worries.  Help her sleep at night and take her fears away.  Help her know your love.” Call it my achilles heel for true kindness, call it a true religious experience... I wept like a baby under her gentle hands. It moves me still to think about it.  You know I'm a crybaby, but this was different.

Despite her efforts (she gave me a bible for dummies and then quizzed me about it), I can’t help but feel that Gilly's is just one interpretation of something huge and unknown to us, at least to me.  It is something different to people all over the world.  Each belief is as precious and true to the believer as the next.  Whether you go to a place of worship regularly or make the world a better place in your own way, you are alright with me as long as you aren't a meanie.  Gilly understands and prays for me. 

I was blessed to have had Gilly Stoddard hold my ham hostage.


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17 comments:

  1. Wendy, you write as beautifully as you draw! I can totally relate to everything you write about religion. I wish I had the faith that some seem to have. In its absence, I'll hang onto my "Gilly" too!

    Love the blog - keep it up!

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    1. Thank you, Robin. It would be a wonderful thing to believe that everything really does happen for a reason and that there is a plan for every step you take. I think I'm in charge of my plan and that God is very amused by all my missteps. I'm glad you have a Gilly!

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  2. Wendy.
    I just spent an enjoyable afternoon reading your blogs. You are an entertaining writer with the unique ability to put into words what many of us are thinking.
    This entry really hit home for me. For many years I was searching for meaning with my religious beliefs. You might say I had lost faith in God. One day I heard a minister from Unity church speak at a woman's shelter where I was doing some volunteer work. She said "we were spiritual beings having a human experience" and "wherever we are God is". I went and checked out this church I had never heard of and felt I had come home. It filled that hole.
    Keep writing. You have a special talent.

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    1. What a wonderful message! It's hard to know whether you're on the right path. But then it sounds like when you know, you know! Most of the time I'm afraid I am way more solidly earthbound than spiritual. But I always try to be open.

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  3. Man, where'd that old dude's hair go?

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    1. HA!!! One of the very few advantages to being a woman in this world. Most of us hold onto the majority of our hair.

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  4. Love it! You wept and it was different, and I am sure Gilly was happy and proud! You know, they say that the son of God, Jesus, AKA the Prince of Peace, lamb, vine -many aliases -same God -is the one true way to know God, our Father. The Holy Spirit is Omni prescient and is the thrid part of the holy Trinity (God). When I really needed a hand to find my strength during really hard times fairly recently, I found my way back home to the catholic Church and have come to feel a deep love for it. It was, almost suddenly, when my heart opened up and felt deep empathy for Jesus, that I realized the unthinkable sacrifices that God has made for his love mankind -us. Great blog!! /L

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  5. Don't mean to double post and take the blog hostage, but if you are curious check out the Passion and realize Jesus was a man and the only direct son of God. Reflect on that and his life. He went to hell and back in God's time and in God's way. We are human and we are forgiven. We need just to do our best (plus prey and go to church, IHMO). Oh, and also read the bible and pray what's in your heart. One little flip calendr bible passage a day keeps it very real for me, and opened into a whole new world of understanding. Peace

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    1. You didn't take the blog hostage, but you did take my ham hostage there a little bit. Which was kind of the whole point of this particular post. I knew I was holy-rolling some dice with this subject. Thank you for the kind words though and happy praying to you!

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  6. I posted last night and I must have forgot to put my secret code in because it didn't show up. I totally remember Gilly and her pictures and you telling me about her. I remember the impact she had on you. You have shared a beautiful story and told it in both a funny and poignant way. I thought for a second, way back then, that Gilly might lure you over to the other side. :)

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    1. You're my Gilly and proof that heavenly things exist... like the very best of friends.

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  7. I need a Gilly. :)

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    1. There are Gillys hiding everywhere if we look, I think. Maybe you're a Gilly in your own way.

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  8. Just discovered your blog--I'm suddenly seeing a whole different side of Wendy!!! Especially love your outdoor art festival comments. Are you channeling Janet Evanovich?

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    1. You know, I don't think I've read Janet Evanovich!! Heard of her though...

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  9. Spending some time lurking and laughing on your blog this morning, but this one brought a tear to my eye at a vulnerable time. Thanks for sharing your gifts of your art AND writing!

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    1. Boy can I relate. I seem to have a vulnerable time every other day.

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