3.14.2014

a daughter's dedication::

My Dad was an artist. My fondest childhood memories of him were at his easel. Cigar in one hand, paintbrush in another. He was the happiest man alive.. Singing ballads, painting and enjoying his daughter this one and only. Oh, can't forget his gourmet sardine sandwiches. How on heaven could he eat those.
I remember Saturday morning jaunts to art supply shops. Talking art lingo with fellow artists and little me by his side taking it all in (smiles.) I remember rows of oil based paints, large canvas', brushes and turpentine (how I hated that smell.) I remember my first pack of cray pas and sketch book. His accent and his sneaky kisses on my forehead. How I miss those moments even today.. no matter how much older I become, he's still my Daddy to me and I miss him very much.
It seems like yesterday.. many yesterday's and today when asked who inspired me to write my article for Gatherings Magazine spring issue "Artists and Artisans" only one artist came to mind my Dad whom would ask "Did you finish that drawing in your sketch pad? " and "Why not?" gasp.
.. and to this day I have a special fondness for the arts, artists, anything artsy, craftsy, just NOT turpentine and sardines! lol.
So, without further adu stop by Gatherings Mag and check out the Spring issue dedicated to some mighty fine artsy folks. You're going to just be blown away by the Spring issue.
In remembrance and dedication to my one and only artistic Dad.
                           -Ernst Jorgensen

                                                                
 Love and miss you always! xo
 Your Daughter.
                                                                      



10 comments:

Heather S Thompson said...

This is so sweet Liz! What wonderful memories. I have the same of my grandfather who taught me to paint. Do you have any of his paintings? I;d love to see.
thanks for sharing Gatherings with your readers too! Im forever blessed by our friendship.

Storybook Woods said...

What a beautiful tribute to your father. All I could think is what a lucky girl you are to have such a kind and creative father. Hold onto those memories, not every is blessed like you xox Clarice

LizlovesVintage said...

Thank You Heather for your sweet comment. No, I only have photographs of his work. I wish I had some of his paintings to cherish.
xo Liz

LizlovesVintage said...

Aww, thanks Clarice! I will for sure..
xo Liz

Sandi~A Cottage Muse said...

What a beautiful tribute Liz!
And I thought my Dad was the only one who ate those sardine sandwiches!

Sue @ Miss Phoebes Perch said...

What a lovely tribute to your dad. I love that he ate sardines. My dad does too, and sometimes so do I!

Happy Sunday. Sue

LizlovesVintage said...

Ha, Ha, thanks Sandi. See, I thought my Dad was the only sardine sandwhich lover!

LizlovesVintage said...

Sue, your kidding right? Thanks for your kind comment

Curtains in My Tree said...

What a sweet good memory

Ana said...

Ahhhhh! Liz you made me tear up. What a beautiful memory of your father. You are so sweet for sharing with us. Love this post. It really touched me.

Hugs and Kisses,
❤️Ana