Alice Burke

5″ x 7″ Oil on canvas
If an idle mind and hands are the devils workshop, then my grandmother Alice Burke should be canonized as a saint. This weekend marks her 95th Birthday and this oil sketch of her busy hands is my gift to her.
Born Alice Kopidlowski the same year that World War I broke out. She lost her father at an early age and had to drop out of school in the third grade to work in a button factory. She met my grandfather during The Great Depression and they eloped in 1932. She made up for the lack of formal education with hard work and determination. At 95 she still reads a newspaper cover to cover every day. In her day she could sew a dress without a pattern, make a slip cover for a worn couch, wallpaper a room, change a broken window, cook a great meal, make toys out of household items to amuse her grandchildren, boost a kids ego by purposefully loosing a thousand consecutive games of checkers without ever seeming board.
Growing up I never saw her sit and eat a meal until everyone was fed. She couldn’t go away on vacation without hotels offering her employment. At 95 her failing legs have made her do what her nature never allowed, sit down. But her lack of mobility doesn’t stop her from doing for others. In her night stand she keeps a pad to record the foot size of every family member and friend, and hardly a get together passes without a gift of crocheted slippers.
Happy Birthday Grandma!























