Postcards to Grandma

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My Grandmother – Noni Rosenfeld, artist, traveler, pistol!

I have a grandmother who has always been a pistol.  She is an independent unique soul and of course she is an artist.  She used to paint, but she fell in love with clay and became a sculptor.  Today she is 92 years young and still a presence.  I try to send her post cards from everywhere I go.  She was also a big traveler.  Her husband (whom we all called Papo) didn’t really love traveling, so she would go all over the world by herself.  She would stay in elder hostels and go to art workshops.  Wow, I am having an epiphany, that’s just like me!  Or maybe I should say, I am just like her.  Traveling alone as an adult married woman doesn’t seem like such a big deal these days, but for her generation it was very much a big deal and of course she did it anyway.    From now on I am going to have a series in my blog called, “Postcards to Grandma”.



Shelli Alford is an artist and author, who enjoys learning from master oil painters from around the world and reviewing their classes, workshops and demonstrations.

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  1. glenda

    March 15, 2013 at 12:11 pm

    Dearest Shelli — These postcards are treasures indeed. You have all the best genes of everyone in the family. Now, how did you manage that?

    Your grandma has always been “Aunt” to me, and believe me Auntie Mame has nothing on Noni Kerley Kennedy Rosenfeld. For about 15 years we had a commuting book study group of two. (No one had yet heard of Oprah!) Our study was prompted by a four-year reading plan put together by the Liberal Arts staff at the University of Texas at Austin. It was called “Great Books That Were Not Part of Your Degree Plan” or something like that. The heads of the English literature, history, science, philosophy and economics departments selected books they considered among the best in their respective fields but had not been “required reading.” Four books in each category were offered for each of four years. We took that as a challenge and began reading one book from each category each month. We took turns choosing which book we’d read. I usually typed (no computers then) an outline of the book after I’d read it. We met once a month for several hours, either in New Braunfels or San Marcos, to discuss the book. Those were lively, loving and meaningful times we shared. I’ll treasure them always.

    P.S. – Pls email me a JPEG of the photo of Aunt wedged in the canyon rocks. I’d love to have it on my photo shelf in the living room. Thank you.

    Much luv to you and your tribe.

  2. drjfkennedy

    March 15, 2013 at 2:19 pm

    I love your postcards to Grandma section. My how the beat goes on. Thinking of Gracie (your Great Grandmother) and how at 91 she got a purple leotard and took jazzercise and how she found her artistic expression in quilting and crocheting. . She passed that on to Grandma who was in her own right a free spirit. You so eloquently say was so determined to express herself in spite of the constraints of her generation

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