A Celebration of the Life of the Lovely Libby Dean

On 16 April 2011, most of the family and many close friends of Libby Dean gathered on a terrifically stormy evening--crucially during the cocktail hour--at the Brandywine River Museum to celebrate her life, which was terribly sadly lost suddenly the week before on 7 April. Although she was a fair age, it was a shock to all of us, as we truly believed she would carry on past 100, particularly as she was larger than life.

I had hoped that I would be visiting her a few months later as consolation for my being made redundant from my job, so it was particularly devastating to be travelling to Chadds Ford without her there. A benefit of being jobless is that I had time to pull together a transcript of what was said, which I always wanted to do as so many people contributed such amazing, warm, lovely and certainly fitting tributes. However, until today (this was posted on Grandmommy's birthday), I could not face revisiting that evening, warm though it was, and hitting my grief head-on. On this first year when I cannot ring her on her birthday for a happy chat, perhaps it's been a bit cathartic. There are certainly some touching memories here. I've set out the full account in case anyone else is interested, in the order in which people spoke. (You can leave comments if you feel so inclined, and please forgive any mispelled names; please let me know of any significant errors).

It was a lovely atmosphere, a room at the Museum filled with caring people, and the Museum kindly let us display several of Grandmommy's wonderful watercolours in the foyer, where a buffet and bar were set up. So in a way finally, after all these years, Libby Dean was exhibited in the Brandywine River Museum with the Wyeths.

I will later add some of my photographs of her and maybe the day, perhaps even a brief video clip of my beautiful grandmother. Principally, I just wanted to make these words available again. I think they make it clear that Libby Dean was a magnificent, unique character who significantly touched many lives. She will always be desperately missed, but her presence will be felt forever.


Friday, 4 November 2011

Amy Bishop Dewey (family friend, standing with her sister Carrie)

Good evening. I’m Amy Bishop Dewey and this is my sister Carrie Bishop Zimmerman. We are Ruth Bishop’s daughters, and we are By and Tim Bishop’s sisters.

Aunt Libby, for that is always who she has been to us, has been a presence in our lives for as long as I can remember. Mother and Aunt Libby had connections to each other that long preceded my knowledge and even my existence, going back before the war. They were long time cohorts in the Junior League and the Wilmington Flower Market. They were two of a group of good friends who created the Wednesday Club, a lunch bunch, which by the way met on Mondays. Aunt Libby was the creative force behind the Craft Show at the Church of the Advent Mayfair.

Mother and Aunt Libby became part of the permanent collection of the Brandywine River Museum as they waited by the gate to be among the first to guide upon its opening in 1971. They were on the ground floor as much of the museum took on that has made it a landmark in Chester County and the nation: the antique show, the Christmas exhibits, just to name a few. They decorated the White House Christmas tree in 1984, with the critters that Aunt Libby and others had created. The rest, as they say, is history. I spent untold hours knocking about the Deans’ house, hanging out with Carrie and Lisa, playing in the barn and the boxwood garden, lounging on any one of her wonderful Golden Retrievers, and generally feeling comfortable and happy to be around her. I have been in awe of the adoring friendship mother shared with Aunt Libby. They were peas in a pod. They were fortunate to have had one another.

I know that I am, and I am sure you all are, better for having had Libby Dean as a friend. Thank you for making it possible to honour such a wonderful woman in a place that she loved so much.

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