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Lon with wife Olivia, stepdaughter Josefina, 2000

Lon with wife Olivia, stepdaughter Josefina,            Mazatlan, 2009

I can remember

learning through facebook

in Nairobi Kenya

The death of my brother

in Mazatlan Mexico

two years ago

 

In Mazatlan

on the corner

standing with his bike

Waiting for

the traffic light

to change

Just waiting

while a bus

cut the corner

 

He had gone out

on his bicycle

to run errands

His step daughter

and her grandmother

waiting for his return

 

Someone came yelling

Lon’s been hurt

His stepdaughter ran

to the clinic

Too late

He was gone

 

We miss you Lon!

 

Dinner In Mazatlan, my mom Bette, Olivia, Lon, Jim, me, 2004

Dinner In Mazatlan, my mom Bette, Olivia, Lon, Jim, me, 2004

Lon Hutchison at the Celebration of our mother Bette Hutchison Silver's life, March 2011

Lon Hutchison at the Celebration of our mother Bette Hutchison Silver’s life, March 2011

My brother Lon Hutchison and me 2011

My brother Lon Hutchison and me 2011

 

 

 

 

 

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The weight of

tradition

on my finger

between

middle and little

A golden ring

an amber stone

from my mother

 

Today wearing

her Egyptian gold necklace

her gold and jade bracelet

her gold bangles

and the heavy weight ring

 

A couple from Perth

I offer to take their photo

No selfies please

in front of the red and white

recycled, solar lit

Year of the Monkey

sculpture

at the Australian National Library.

They commented

on my jewelry

I was pleased

someone noticed

 

My mother left it to me

knowing I had none

Influencing my behavior

from beyond death

No grave

Cremated

and a wind sculpture

memorial to her

in a Kansas City park.

I wear her jewelry

in her memory

 

The Chinese woman

from Perth told me

Treasure that bracelet

Jade plus gold

Unusual

 

Back at home

I remember her words

as I remove the

gold and amber ring

from my finger

with soap

Mom Golden jewelry
                        My mom, some years ago,                                                                   wearing her amber and gold jewelry

Bette Hutchison Silver, photo taken November 2010

Bette Hutchison Silver, November, 2010

 

I wasn’t there

for her birth day

March 10 1922

How could I be?

I am her daughter

I was there

for her death day

March 1 2011

 

I was there

when she asked

am I dying?

I was there

to tell her

yes, she was dying

I was there

to tell her

not to worry

everything was

taken care of

She could go

leaving us behind

 

 

Bette Snidow Hutchison and Pamela, 1945

Bette Snidow Hutchison and Pamela, 1945

Bette Hutchison Silver (date 1996?)

           Bette Hutchison Silver (date? 1996)

Below are comments from people who have read my book of poems and drawings, Silence Spoken, available on http://www.lulu.com

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The poems I liked best are those set in Venezuela, describing aspects of the environment and the sea and those set in Beijing capturing the impact of rapid change – for good and bad, especially “Observed:Beijing”.  It’s what I felt when in China, but succinctly and eloquently expressed.  I enjoyed the whole book, for what it expressed and also for what was left unsaid, or merely hinted at.

Mary, Canberra, Australia

Thank you very much for your awesome publication.  Sketches look lovely & will enjoy browsing too.

Khalida, Blue Mountains, Australia

There is another side of you, a contemplative one that I would not have guessed.  I am no poet and so can’t comment on the poetry but I like the sketches.

Anita, Canberra, Australia

2. Ink Tucacas Sea 3 web

I just browsed through it and your art work is powerful.  I especially like the brush painting from Pakistan. But then your “essentials only” style on Langata, Nairobi, Kenya is so spot on. I’ve read some poems too, but you know me, the art is so immediate.

Sheila, Berkeley, California, USA

Thanks so much for your book of poetry and illustrations!
It is really lovely.  Keep creativity alive!

Margot, Berkeley, California, USA

3. Pak Karkoram 772 webKarimabad, Pakistan

I have looked through it and read several random poems and David has spent much more time with it. We both are enjoying looking at these snapshots of your life.  Your drawings give life to your travels.

Linda, Baldwin, Kansas, USA

I am enjoying reading your poems and I like your sketches very much. You have experienced so much in your life. Your words are an eloquent expression of your suffering, joy, awareness and appreciation of the natural world. The book is very attractively designed and printed. Congratulations on publishing it!

Anne, Kansas City, Missouri, USA

7. Ink Nairobi Person webMan walking, Langata, Nairobi, Kenya

The poem Somewhere, snagged my eye. A knee jerk response to seeing my birthday near the bottom of the page. Reading it through I can only say, thanx for the birthday present.

The poem, Fishing at Sunset, I was timeported to Elk California doing that same such thing using carpenter’s line with old spark plugs on the end for weight. Holding the line for the twitch of the rockfish that might be dinner or dining on smaller fish if it slips the hook.

David, Baldwin, Kansas, USA

 

 

I want to go forth

dripping with

bracelets

rings

necklaces

The inheritance

from my mother

But no earrings

None

Not since I lost

one filigree

silver hoop

purchased

in Florence Italy

 

As teenagers

my best friend and I

went to the Country Club Plaza

in Kansas City

to get our ears

pierced

considered

very extreme

in those days

Small gold studs

in our aching ears

But once I lost the

silver filigree hoop

that was it

I knew I couldn’t keep it up

That I would continue

to lose earrings all my life

 

Latin American families

pierce the ears

of their newborn baby girls

Then wrap a pink frilly ribbon

around their bald heads

to be sure

no one says oh what a big boy

as they did to my grandmother

when she came to see me

in the hospital

the day after I was born.

 

If I wore earrings

would that have

made it clear

when women in Beijing

excitedly told me

in Mandarin

with gestures

to leave

Because I am tall

with short white hair

wear flat shoes

no make up

no jewelry

They thought

I was in the wrong toilet

 

Walking out of creative writing class

Talking this poem

aloud to myself

I walk into the wrong

parking lot

 

But the sky is still blue

and the Eucalypts

grey green

I will find my way

 

I sit in my car

compelled to write

watching the trees

shake and shimmer

in the wind

the piercing blue sky

that makes me feel

I am found

Natl Mus Pamela Mirror 848

Have I been true to you, Mom?
I set up my house
in Canberra Australia

Our house in Canberra, Australia

Our house in Canberra, Australia

Inspired by your house
in Kansas City Missouri, USA.

623 Greenway Terrace, when Bette Silver lived there

Bette Silver’s house in Kansas City Missouri USA

Walls covered with paintings
Family photographs                                                                                                                                                                                     on walls                                                                                                                                                                                                           on shelves
(perhaps more than you displayed)
Doll collection taking up an entire wall
Small sculptures, artifacts
Baskets, ceramics,
musical instruments

Bette's multi-colored Southwestern USA cabinet

Bette’s multi-colored Southwestern USA cabinet

Everything hand made
from
Venezuela
Mexico
Kansas City
Pakistan
South Africa
Zimbabwe
Kenya
West Papua
Australia
Afghanistan
Berkeley
China

Unpacking assorted dolls, objects

Unpacking assorted dolls, objects

Objects from your travels
My travels
Friends
Artists
Markets
Slums
Villages
Towns
Prairies
Mountains
Beaches

Bette Hutchison Silver, photo taken November 2010

Bette Hutchison Silver, photo taken November 2010

Have I been true to you, Mom?
Did I add something to your life?
To your memories?
Did I make a contribution by
listening and understanding?
Was I there when you needed me?
Have I been true to you, Mom?

My mom Bette Hutchison Silver (name before her first marriage was Snidow) often told me that she grew up in an art gallery – the William Rockhill Nelson Gallery in Kansas City, Missouri.

Her family was struggling to maintain themselves in the working class. Her stepfather was a butcher. Bette was an only child.

Every Saturday morning her mother, Irene Higginbotham, gave Bette Jo a quarter (25 cents) for the day. Bette Jo would ride the bus to the William Rockhill Nelson Gallery (5 cents each way) and would have 15 cents for lunch. Bette Jo would spend the entire day wandering around the gallery.

According to her, my mom barely made it through high school. She attended almost every high school in Kansas City Missouri because the family moved frequently. Every time the rent came due and they could not pay, they moved again. Bette Jo was born in 1922, so she was growing up during the Great Depression in the USA.

As far as I know, my mom had no formal art training yet she became an artist. She was a greeting card illustrator for Hallmark Cards

Painting by Bette Silver

Painting by Bette Silver

Pansies by Bette Silver

Pansies by Bette Silver

in the early days when cards were drawn and painted by hand. Most of the illustrators were young women.  J. C. Hall the founder of Hallmark Cards watched over the young women and often visited and chatted with them.

When my mom got married in 1944, my father Lon Hutchison insisted she stop working at Hallmark Cards. As a true patriarch, he insisted that no wife of his would be working outside the home. They were struggling to survive on my father’s earnings as a paper carrier for the Kansas City Star newspaper, but he would not allow my mom to work.

All of her life, my mom enjoyed the William Rockhill Nelson Art Gallery, attended all most every special exhibition, and often visited the collections on display. She also supported the Kansas City Art Institute. She worked tirelessly for several years on the annual Fireside Auction, which was a major fundraiser for the Kansas City Art Institute.

Memories of Bette as artist continue in our house in Canberra. We have some of her work on display on our walls. Check out the photos in this blog.

Painting of a baby by Bette Silver

Painting of a baby by Bette Silver

I miss you Mom!

Mazatlan Seascape sketches by Bette Silver

Mazatlan Seascape sketches by Bette Silver

 

Mazatlan Landscape Sketches by Bette Silver

Mazatlan Landscape Sketches by Bette Silver

 

Painted rocks by Bette Silver

Painted rocks by Bette Silver

How do we keep family

with us

through geography

through belief systems

through property

through money

Or today

through

facebook

digital photos

emails

blogs?

How many homes today

have printed photos

old family photos

family photo albums?

What will happen to family photos

in the future?

Will everything be online?

Will people look at their

family photos?

Every day I pass by

my family on shelves

next to my kitchen cupboard.

Old photos

When was the last one taken?

Over five years ago

The oldest one?

Not sure but

there is a photo of my

paternal grandfather

who was shot and killed

or so the family lore goes

by a jealous husband

somewhere in Oklahoma.

So that would have been

When?

Sometime in the 1920’s?

Then the photo of my father

With his sister Margery

and brother Jack

could be older.

My father born in 1907

He looks to be about 10 or 11

in the photo.

Family lore has it that he left

home at 13 and rode the rails

From Oklahoma

to San Francisco.

Photo of my brother Lon

with his wife Olivia and

our mother Bette Silver

in Mazatlan, Mexico.

Photo of Jim with his

older sister Erica

mother Hsiao Li

father Michael Lindsay

in Oxford England, 1947.

Photos of me as a baby, 1946

held by my mother

Bette Jo Hutchison

and my maternal grandmother

Irene Higginbotham.

Photo of my sons Nathan and

Gabriel with their cousin Lawrence

in Kansas City

Date? Maybe about 1989?

Can I name all the places

the photos were taken?

Kansas City, Joplin, Missouri

Tulsa, Oklahoma

Oxford, Lake District, England

San Francisco, Pajaro Dunes,

Yosemite, California

Beijing, China

Islamabad, Pakistan

Caracas, Venezuela.

Not all the family is present.

Not all the places are listed.

Family on the shelves in my kitchen, Canberra, Australia

Family on the shelves in my kitchen, Canberra, Australia

22 June 2014

 

He is not here

to celebrate

He would have been 59

Over 10 years

younger than me

He did not even live

as long as our father

Dead at 64

I last saw

My brother

at another death

Our mother

Age 89

He called from Mazatlan

on a Saturday

Talking with Mom

that he would be there

in Kansas City

to celebrate her

birthday

March 10th

But she died

March 1st

He missed her dying.

He missed another death

Two years earlier

of his wife Olivia

He was in Kansas City

with our mother

Olivia died in Mazatlan

He lost the two people

Closest to him

But was not there

when they died.

I am not there

I am not in Mazatlan

I did not see him dead

I read the notice in

the Mexican paper

Hit by a bus

his name misspelled

So I can say

He is dead

But I cannot yet

believe it.

My brother Lon Hutchison and me 2011

My brother Lon Hutchison and me 2011

Third in a series of Memories of Lon Hutchison from his facebook page.

My brother, Lon Hutchison was hit by a bus and killed on 5 May 2014 while riding his bike in Mazatlan Mexico, where he had lived for several years.

Reposted with permission from the author

by Pamela Hutchison Collett

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Heidi Kelso posted to facebook

May 9 2014 near New York, NY ·

I just heard the news. I worked with Lon in the 90’s in New York City at The Academy Theater and because of facebook we were able to reconnect. I have so many memories of him making jokes, smiling and always being a positive person to be around.

In the last year or two since we reconnected I started a side business and he would like all my photos from my travels. Although it sounds like a small thing it showed that he was still the same kind and supportive person I remember.

This is so horribly tragic and I am sending thoughts and prayers to Lon’s family and loved ones. RIP Lon.

Lon Hutchison at the Celebration of our mother Bette Hutchison Silver's life, March 2011

Lon Hutchison at the celebration of our mother Bette Hutchison Silver’s life  March 2011  Kansas City, Missouri, USA

 

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