Sunday, August 06, 2006
MY DAD'S PAINTINGS
My father, George Wieringa, was born 92 years ago today. He died three and a half years ago after years of living with Parkinson's. In his 50's he had a stroke which affected one side of his body. His struggle back from that was heroic. He was able to do things with his one good arm that lots of people can't do with two. Someone suggested he take up painting as part of his therapy. He did two paint by number pictures that didn't satisfy him. He then started messing around with the leftover paint on shoebox lids and taught himself what he needed to know to paint what he wanted to paint. I think he did some beautiful work and I enjoy the pieces that I have of his. He was a remarkable man who loved God and his family. He was funny and wise and generous. We were blessed to have him with us for 88 1/2 years.