Saturday, June 21, 2008
There's sad, but inevitable news this morning about a writer and illustrator whose work enthralled me from before the time that I could read.
Tasha Tudor has passed away at 92.
My heart breaks a little, but celebrates the fact that in her small way, she made all who came in contact with her quietly magical illustrations and words aware of the power of observing the passing of the seasons and the natural world just outside of our back door, as can be seen on her family's lovely website here.
Here's her obituary from the New York Times:
June 20, 2008
Tasha Tudor, Children’s Book Illustrator, Dies at 92
By DOUGLAS MARTIN
Tasha Tudor, a children’s illustrator whose pastel watercolors and delicately penciled lines depicted an idyllic, old-fashioned vision of the 19th-century way of life she famously pursued — including weaving, spinning, gathering eggs and milking goats — died on Wednesday at her home in Marlboro, Vt.
She was 92, if one counts only the life that began on Aug. 28, 1915. Ms. Tudor frequently said that she was the reincarnation of a sea captain’s wife who lived from 1800 to 1840 or 1842, and that it was this earlier life she was replicating by living so ardently in the past.
Her son Seth confirmed the death. He suggested that his mother’s more colorful remarks might be taken with a pinch of salt.