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I am gathering stories about Kathy. Big or small- I will add them as they come. Send to- ellenhinch@gmail.com
I feel that Mom is very present particularly in the trees and plants she loved and surround us, even in their dormant winter state. Gardening will have a special meaning in the spring.
To me your mother was "a glimpse of gold in the iron grey, the proof of all I never dared believe"--a quote from Dag Hammarskjold. She thought I was being a little pretentious when I used the quote in reference to her many years ago, but I meant it. I managed to say it to her again Sunday morning--probably when I realized she would not be able to dispute me. Some time back when I realized that she was not likely to survive the onslaught that began in July I feared that the iron grey would close in when she died. But in my morning contemplations with Septima (the cat) I realize that is not going to happen. The gold has won. She gave me so much; she taught me so much. Much of the "learnament" (to quote Henry) was hard, but it changed me forever.
When things were very hard between us, and our marriage was headed for a breakup, we were out at Dry Lick Reserve having a rather tense time when she turned on the path and faced me and said out of nowhere, "I want and expect to grow old with you." Even when she married Gary and moved to Massachusetts I knew we were not done. We had 12 to 13 good years to grow old, and they were the best we had, and it was I at the end holding her hand. - Richard Hinchcliffe
Christmas 1979- Kathy and I had many things in common, but we particularly shared a huge disdain for all things Christian. As Christmas approached we were talking about what we "believed" in. We decided that we believed in food. Having just gotten a huge chunk of white cheddar from the food co-op, we decided to make a nativity scene, honoring (of course) Baby Cheesus. It took us several hours, and we laughed the entire time. We had a terrible habit of staying up all night when you kids were sleeping, and then it was hell to pay the next day. - Susan Gondek Smith Read more sweet, funny stories from Susan!
I've been trying to think of my favorite memories of Kathy for the webpage, and what keeps coming to mind is the filming of the great epics, Tintanic and English Muffin. I can hear her saying, "Maps, yah, vi got maps", as a german operative in the English Muffin and "This ship will never sink" as the captain of the Tintanic. When I think of the quality of her voice, strong, with an undertone of humor, I feel her so present in my heart. -Rocklynn Culp
Kathy's death was a loss and a big hurt for me. I prayed for her during her end time and felt close to her. Kathy and I came to be friends and know each other during the late 60's and early 70's. We both gave birth to daughters and shared early parenting. I loved to stop by and visit with Kathy because of her great sense of humor and ability to find laughter in any situation. We encouraged each other in motherhood and had a great time doing it. Kathy and I took many walks, went swimming in the buff, went camping, shared wonderful meals and glasses of wine. Kathy was a good friend. In recent years Dave and I were so pleased to be able to vacation with Kathy and Dick (Richard) at Teal Lake. During those visits we shared our old passion for swimming, these years with our suits on. Dave and Kathy shared their thoughts on painting, and both produced wonderful paintings. These were the best of times, shared with my friend Kathy Glover. -Evelyn Sweeney
The first thought of Kathy Glover that comes to mind is her warm, perennial presence at her daughter Ellen Marie Hinchcliffe's art events. Whether it was to celebrate ancestors or the arrival of spring, Kathy was there--usually with Richard by her side--to support and foster her daughter's creativity. Her support went beyond mere attendance. In May/June 2008, Ellen and I did two separate shows together at the Bedlam Theater--while still keeping our day jobs--quite a feat! I'll never forget how Kathy made us chili for dinner before the big show, how she squeezed my hand, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said she knew it would be fantastic and how she showed me her new exciting library books (essays by Toni Morrison and "Red Bird," poems by Mary Oliver). More than just a supporter, she was herself an inspiring, creative presence--and I always loved looking at her own art in Ellen's home and her own. A painter, poet, reader, mother, grandmother and friend, Kathy was a delightful, awesome woman and I feel so lucky to have known her even for a short while. - Gabrielle Civil