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

Jenny Grindin (friend)

I’m Jenny Grindin. Libby Dean was a decent friend, a wonderful person. We were fortunate to spend just two weeks ago tonight, having dinner with her and her wonderful friend Ginny Morgan, who was celebrating her 91st birthday, and we were talking about Libby’s next birthday coming in November. But she was our dear friend in a little different way than you’ve all been talking; she was with us down in Florida, so we’ve known her for almost 20 years and we developed a wonderful, wonderful friendship, so I just want to share a fun story with you.

She used to come to Maine. She came with Ginny one time to spend a week with us, and Ginny went along with her friends, so we decided we’d think up all these things Libby would love. One of the things was we took her to the Farnsworth Museum. Now we’re down in Wells Beach, Maine….and we couldn’t keep up with Libby—I’m sure you all felt the same way—and I was much younger. Anyway, we went…to the Farnsworth Museum and instead of anybody there giving us a guided tour, Libby did. She kept looking for Jamie Wyeth because he is there quite often painting, but she gave us a lesson on an illustrator who had taught N C Wyeth how to illustrate. She was looking at Andrew’s different paintings and had to ask someone who a little girl aged about 13 in a painting was, but learned that the girl’s father was always present when it happened. So now we’re outside having lunch and one of the ladies who was impressed, of course, by Libby, said we’re going to have a lecture at the Olson Farm on Cushing Island at 2pm. It was a gorgeous summer day and I asked whether she’d like to go to Cushing Island; we were going to go to Mount Blue in Camden to look over the scenery of a beautiful area. She said we should go to Mount Blue because she’d love to see that scenery….so we did, but then I said there was time to hit Cushing Island, and off we went.

If you’ve never been, you should go. Christina’s World, the farm, looks exactly like it’s painted. So Libby wasn’t satisfied just to look; she wanted to know much more about the whole business there. Down on a hill where you see Christina crawling up, there’s the family Olson cemetery, and Christina’s there with many other people. I said to Libby, who was about 85 or older so couldn’t walk down the hill, why don’t I go down and find out what’s going on down there where there were a lot of people, all Japanese. I spoke to this gentleman who was talking to everyone like we do ‘Down East’ and he said his name was John Olson and Christina was his aunt…..he said he was the last of the Olsons.

So I said there’s a lady up the hill who’d love to meet you….so up the hill he came and said he was 80 years old, and Libby said she was also in her 80s. She said, do you know the Wyeths? And he said of course he did, he was just at a party at the house this weekend…for Betsy’s birthday, who was Andrew’s wife. So she said, “I bet it was a bash” and he said “they always are and that’s all I’m going to say about that.” Libby asked if he’d met Andrew over there, and he said Andrew used to come over all the time because that’s when he was courting Betsy. Betsy was a friend of the Olsons and she’d be over there and so Andrew would really come over to get a look at and be with Betsy, so he had free reign to come into the house and paint anything he wanted at any time he wanted. So there are quite a few of Andrew Wyeth’s paintings depicting that whole area and the house there, and they all have an island nearby….

So anyway, it was a wonderful day, and really she said it was an unforgettable time. And what really made it truly unforgettable was at the end, we went to this very special restaurant where you could have all the lobster you wanted, and Libby loved that. So anyway, we have wonderful, as yourself, grateful memories of our dear, dear friend Libby Dean.

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