Growing up in my wonderful little town was and continues
to be priceless - everyday.
One of those who added to our history and totally
met the priceless aspect was Electra Malone. Electra was an artist in our little town and she painted watercolors
on anything and everything – to include white paper lunch bags for the Rockwall
“Friends of the Library”.
During much of the 1970s the ‘Friends of the
Library’ met in the Presbyterian Church (the
one on the downtown square) and monthly they hosted a luncheon to raise
money for the library. On those
days, the cars would line up around the downtown church and the ladies in town
would put on their best ‘bib & tucker’ and enter the church through the
side doors. I was a bit young to
be in attendance at the luncheons but I remember the buzz around town when the
event was held. The lunch itself
was usually something fabulous created by one of Rockwall’s local chefs (perhaps Nancy Tate from the Goliad House).
The painted paper bags would be placed on the tables to be ‘oohed and awed’ over during the luncheon
and at the end of the event they would be grabbed up by the participants and
taken home.
Thanks to my Mama, I am the very proud owner of
one of those lunch bags – it is Electra’s rendering of a soft pink magnolia
blossom (well really I’m not sure it is a
magnolia, but I like to think it is). Sadly, it does not have Electra’s signature – but I know it is
one of her paintings, I know she held it, I know she lovingly painted it for
the day, I know she willingly and selflessly shared her talent with her
neighbors in our little town on the hill.
Today I got a text from my friend Tommie, telling
me I had a surprise coming – then the next text was a picture with that famous
signature
I got a little teary when I saw the picture, but
so excited – then the next text revealed the picture she was soon to deliver
In her next text Tommie let me know that she
liked to think that the people in the photo were Wesley and Laura walking in
the backyard at Grandmama’s. :)
How things become priceless – gently moving from ordinary
to priceless always amazes me. To
become priceless is to possess that little something extra – but I don’t
believe it is an intended act.
A simple gesture of painting a watercolor on a
lunch bag easily and quietly moves from an act of kindness to priceless almost
instantly without realization.
A simple act of seeing an artist rendering,
remembering that a friend cherished the artist’s simple paintings, and buying
it for her moves to priceless with immediate realization.
“… our key to greatness lies in who we are which we can give to
other people in a way
that when they walk away from us, they are able to say in their hearts
that they have taken away something with them quite extraordinary.”
C. JoyBell C.
that when they walk away from us, they are able to say in their hearts
that they have taken away something with them quite extraordinary.”
C. JoyBell C.
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Her name was Electra Power Malone and her
granddaughter Julia commented “Her enthusiasm
rubbed off on everyone around her. I called her simply, "Cita".
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