Our mutual interest in textiles brought Beverly and me together many years ago. I introduced her to my collection of West African art and fabric and we shared a passion for travel and textiles, good conversation and good food. Not long after we met, she invited me to join the sewing group she had started. I protested that I didn't sew; she responded, "...but you like textiles and we like you." It was the beginning of a warm and deepening friendship with a group of like-minded, creative women who share the loss of a great friend and sister. I came to admire Beverly's sharp intelligence, ready wit, outspoken opinions and personal style. She and I were "war babies" born into the uncertain middle of WWII, at a time when few people ventured to start a family. We lived in similar rambling old adobe houses not far from the Santa Fe Plaza. We met monthly with our fellow "textillians" and we shared the occasional cup of tea and conversation at our respective residences.
She taught English to my son Charles at Santa Fe High. She took satisfaction in knowing her former student now teaches math and physics at an Albuquerque community college and he shares our loss.
Rest in peace, sister/friend. I miss you.