​Feleceia Heron

Mom, Wife, Artist, Musician, and much more
    Feleceia Heron was a woman raised in the Great Depression.  She was very influenced by her time.  She was very organized and frugal which was a perfect foil for my Dad.  She was often the quiet woman behind the man, not due to his preference but hers.  
    As a couple they were ahead of their time.  They tended to divide their roles in the relationship by individual strengths instead of gender.  They raised a child with no limits based on gender or age.  Their friends and associates varied in race, religion and social status.  She created a home that was welcoming to kids and adults.  She was the second Mom to many.
    Mom was a talented cook, seamstress, hostess, nurse, writer, artist and musician. Typical of her generation, she put her husband and child before her desires.  She had the opportunity to attend college to study concert piano, but opted to marry and move to West Texas.  She shared her ability to play piano with churches, friends and our small town elementary school. In her youth she played the piano, violin and drums.  The drums came from her small community's need for a drummer in the marching band.  She was drafted.  
    Her artwork was done to decorate our home, to entertain kids or as gifts for friends.  I am fortunate to have the following paintings.  
   
Felecia playing piano in a gown designed and sewn by her.
An acrylic painting created for Cousin Darrel.  He gave it to me after cancer took her unexpectedly.
A painting using her imagination showing me as a child with my dog at her favorite California beach near where she and Dad were stationed during the Korean Conflict.
These acyrlic paintings were inspired by photos that Mom saw in a magazine.  She painted them for her dinning room.  I love to use them to encourage students.  Since the second one shows more control of the medium, it illustrates that the more practice you have with a subject or medium -- the better you can do.  I also remind students that the acrylic,s at the time that she did the paintings, did not have extenders or a wide variety of colors.  Dad always told people that "He was amazed at what she could do with acrylics, because they would dry in his brush before he could apply it to the canvas.