A Photographic Essay of My Family

This is my mother, Naomi. She's fishing on the banks of the Colorado River.

I'm Linda and this is a hand painted photo by my Aunt Agnes.

This is my grandmother, Milly from England. She was my father's mother.

My mother always encouraged my art. She took me to private art classes, bought me supplies and gave me her approval.

She finished premed and helped my father through medical school.

She was a woman of many interests. Botany, ornithology, photography and anthropology were just a few of her passions.

Like many women of her era, she lived a life encouraging others to follow their dreams while hers died away slowly.

During World War Two my mother worked for Lockheed supervising the "Rosie the Riveters."

My mother inspired my love of architecture. She gave me leggos and card board boxes for my doll house construction.

I can't tell you who I am without giving credit to the many women who have nurtured me, inspired me and dreamed about the day when we would have equality as artists and bread winners.

These same women have given me a powerful sense of social justice, the need for community and family and the significance of finding ones own journey.

On the following pages you will read about the men who have shaped my life, my sisters and my own personal quest.

Today I'm a decorative artist, photographer, web designer and writer.

My grandmother was a clothing designer for the Queen of England during the late 1800's. This was not a prestigious job.

Her passion was human rights. She was a suffragette, a very strong political activist. I have never taken my right to vote for granted.

She was a coal miners daughter from London. When she married my grandfather and moved to Maryland, she helped organize the coal miners union.

One of my favorite things she taught me to do was make doll clothes for my Ginny dolls. She gave me scraps of handmade lace and velvet from England.

No one could make plum pudding or hot chocolate like granny.