Recurring Color Theme
The 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks is writing, blogging, researching, or whatever, the author chooses to share about their ancestors or themselves. This week’s prompt is, “Favorite Photo.” That is the same prompt given in January 2018. You can see my post here: Favorite Photo and Most Dreaded Photo. Since I did a prior post on favorite photo. I am using some of my photos that demonstrated how color has influenced my style.
It’s how the color orange has played a roll through out my life. Orange is not my favorite color. When I was younger, it was yellow. Today, the preference is cool colors, shades of blue and green. Looking at the items I own, orange is most apparent color. Why is this? Looking back, it started with my Grandmother Olive Roll Howes.
I spent my summers at the family cottage in Inverhuron Beach, Ontario. In the 1970’s, Olive planted poppy seeds or seedlings on the property. The plants survived the harsh winters of Lake Huron. Eventually growing wild everywhere. I looked forward to the annual trips to the cottage for Independence Day weekend in July. The poppies would be blooming if the spring was early and warm. The bursts of orange blooms could be found in the tree line, randomly in the middle of the yard, or along the deck.
Inverhuron Beach offers a great vantage point for beautiful sunsets along the Canadian side of Lake Huron. Many summers spent on the cottage shores have provided a plethora of gorgeous, breathing taking sunsets. Orange, and every shade of orange on the color wheel visible as the sun sets into the horizon. I can see myself now sitting on the rock at the beach waiting for the sun to set.
Looking back at my decorating style, I tended to select items from the color of orange. Vases painted with poppies, filled with artificial poppies of orange and red. I even painted a wall in my home, with a color called, Sunset Gold. My bedsheets are orange. The bed comforter has orange stripes and flowers. Even the throw rug has a dark and light shades of orange.
The last time the family was at the cottage was for my mother’s memorial service. She passed away in July 2003. The poppies were still blooming in late July. The cottage was sold a year later.
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