Poems for Northfielders: “Living Treasure Tribute” for Patsy Dew

Patsy Dew (Photo by Her Daughter, Kathleen Pender)

Patsy Dew (Photo by Her Daughter, Kathleen Pender)

When I think about how Northfield and its people have influenced my own life as an artist, no one comes to mind more quickly than Patsy Dew. A person of many talents–theater, photography, poetry, and fiber arts–she is also a legendarily successful arts administrator. Patsy would make any place she lived a better place. Luckily for us, she has deep Northfield roots–we see her mark every day in the strong programs of the Northfield Arts Guild and at the Northfield Senior Center, as well as in those gifts from her personal creativity that she shares publically.

In 2014, Patsy became the fifth individual named as a Northfield Living Treasure. (She followed Ray Jacobsen, Myrna Johnson, Cora Scholz,and  Paul Niemisto, and was succeeded in 2015 by DeWayne and Theo Wee, and this year by Jan Shoger. A celebration in honor of Shoger will be held at the Grand Event Center on Thursday, January 28, 2016 at 7:00 p.m.)

About fifteen years ago, Patsy and I discovered that we were both born in Kalamazoo, Michigan; indeed, I subsequently learned that her father, Dr. Dew, was my first pediatrician! We both take inspiration from the people, places, history, and possibilities offered by life in Northfield. I will always be grateful to Patsy for giving me the courage to move from simply taking photos to sharing them more publicly, and for joining with me for five fun years (2005 to 2009) in a joint enterprise called Kalafield Images. Here is one of our jointly produced posters, a downtown blast-from-the-recent past:

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Below, with Patsy’s permission, I have showcased some of her wonderful images and a poem. Further below, I have printed a villanelle that I wrote in her honor and read at the 2014 Living Treasures celebration, prefaced by the remarks from that evening.

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Be sure to check out Patsy’s website for more images.

As talented with language as she is with images and stage craft, here is a recent poem of Patsy’s:

A Simpler Life

The sky is lightening.

I can tell, even though the loden curtains are drawn.

I roll away from the window, luxuriating in the chrysalis-covers.
Sandpaper eyes.  Sleep still calls to muscles in my feet, shoulders, calves and thighs.  My neck is too weak to hold my heavy head.

This caterpillar knows her time has not yet come.  Let me linger as a bronze liquid a bit longer.  Maybe another week or so.

Then I’ll roll back the smooth green covers and emerge in unrecognizable form, with long legs, a graceful dancer.

You’ll marvel at my beauty as I soar away, without a care in the world.

Patsy Dew
9/15/2015

My remarks at the 2014 celebration of Patsy Dew’s Living Treasure Award

As I considered this occasion, two thoughts kept recurring. One is how creative and joyful problem-solving is the essence of art. The other is how creativity in one area spills over into other areas, making us more resilient and productive. When we respond as artists, we solve our own problems in exciting new ways that enrich our community.

I also thought how well Patsy exemplifies the spirit of this award. She is part of the bed rock of this arts town.

Patsy and I have shared some creative adventures, and, like everyone here,  I have seen her in action. Some years ago, for example, she fell off her bike and broke her arm. This meant she couldn’t hold her camera, which required two hands. Well, she didn’t complain, and she didn’t sit on the sidelines for six weeks, either. Instead she got on the internet, researched options, and before the week was out had a small camera with an excellent lens that she could operate with one hand. She proceeded to take beautiful photographs with that camera. In fact, she inspired me to get one.

So, with these two tenacious thoughts about art and Patsy–multi-faceted creativity and resilient problem-solving–I decided to try a villanelle for this evening. This is a fun but technically tricky form that operates on two rhymes and two repeated lines (with a few variations for interest).  Here is the heartfelt result.

Patsy, this is for you.

Living Treasure Tribute: for Patsy

There’s very little Patsy Dew can’t do.
We’ve gathered here to sing our songs of praise
because she shares her artist’s point of view

with us. She’s a Northfielder through and through.
From NAG to Defeat of Jesse James Days,
there isn’t much that Patsy Dew can’t do.

She made a gallery at the Senior Center, too.
She’s part of Northfield, and we’re glad she stays.
She always brings an artist’s point of view.

She keeps exploring, finding something new—
new insights made by pens or lens or plays.
Is there anything that Patsy Dew can’t do?

She champions ideas and sees them through.
In her, the ‘Arts Town’ fire is a blaze!
She always holds an artist’s point of view.

Everyone here knows what I say is true:
Her talents shine; her kindnesses amaze.
Let’s celebrate all Patsy Dew can do.
Let’s thank her for her artist’s point of view.

Leslie Schultz
January 16, 2014

Patsy continues to be an inspiration to those who, like me, who are fortunate to know her, and a benefactor to all Northfield through the many ways she has strengthened the fiber of the arts community. One last example: here is an unposed portrait she took of me with Julia in 2007, while we were sharing time in our booth at the Northfield Arts Guild’s Riverwalk Art Fair.

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We are all of us here very fortunate to live in a vibrant Arts Town, with an active Arts and Culture Commission to help the city’s individuals and groups enjoy this important part of life. And we are awfully lucky to have a parade of dedicated and talented people who serve us all, and who richly deserve to be honored as Living Treasures.

Leslie

Poems for Northfielders: “Sudden Departure”–Elegy for Ana Ortiz de Montellano; Photography by Karla Schultz

Autumn Scene, Former Sugar Cane Plantation Photo: Karla Schultz

Autumn Scene, Former Sugar Cane Plantation Photo: Karla Schultz

Sudden Departure
(for Ana Ortiz de Montellano)

Yesterday, when I heard, the sky
over our shared fields was grey,
the trees bare or flaming or flying burnt-out banners,
acquiescing to this season of early frosts.

I carry two sharp memories of you —
moving silently through the ripening crops,
placing each foot carefully, gazing down,
wrapped in a cloak of solitude; and

as a whirling blur of motion,
twin swords flashing,
painting the fierce Mother Form before us,
a precision of will and surrender, limb and breath.

Three memories, each keen.  The last, in spring,
in sunshine, rocking on my porch, speaking your love
of words, your hand gentle on my daughter’s head,
your smile warm and sweet.  Three pictures,
far too few.

I mourn with one lit candle this grey dawn.
You are not forgotten, though too soon gone.

Leslie Schultz

Photo: Karla Schultz

Photo: Karla Schultz

Ana Ortiz de Montellano was a poet, a student and teacher of Tai Chi, a community activist, a member of the Carleton College faculty and teacher of Spanish, a mother, a wife, and much more. She lived on my street and belonged to the same community-supported farm. I was only just beginning to know her when I heard she had died unexpectedly. Yet, she made a deep impression on me, and I think of her often, especially when I see the highly intelligent and glossy crows and ravens that frequent our garden.

Winona Street Crow Photo: Leslie Schultz

Winona Street Crow
Photo: Leslie Schultz

I think often of how, in Norse mythology, the fierce king of the gods, Odin–who sacrificed half of his vision to create the runic alphabet–was aided by two ravens: Thought and Memory. These traveled the world each day, returning each night to roost on Odin’s shoulders and whisper to him of all they had seen and heard. For me, these brilliant social birds, who are also fierce and powerful–ravens and their smaller corvid cousins, the crows and rooks–are totems of poets. (I think not only of the Prose and Poetic Eddas but also of many modern poems, including Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”, Sylvia Plath’s “Black Rook in Rainy Weather”, Ted Hughes’ Crow, Sally Nacker’s “Poet and Rook”, Mary Oliver’s “Crows”, and a dozen others.)

Photo: Karla Schultz

Photo: Karla Schultz

Photo: Karla Schultz

Photo: Karla Schultz

Some people find these ebony-dark birds ominous. I never have. Instead, I find them inspiring me to seize the day in front of me; to speak with my own voice as authentically as I can; to make room for moments of whirling energy and moments of intense stillness–as Ana did.

Leslie

Photo: Karla Schultz

Photo: Karla Schultz

(My deep thanks to my sister, Karla Schultz, for providing such spectacular images of birds and fields.)

Poems for Northfielders: Happy Birthday, Maggie Lee! January 5, 2016

Maggie Lee Cake

Last year I realized that the day between my birthday and Epiphany is Maggie Lee’s birthday. Magaret Ferne Lee was born on January 5, 1921; this year, she would be ninety-five years old.  This year, I had a small epiphany of my own: to celebrate the first lady of Northfield by posting a poem I wrote for her after her death in 2013.

Sometimes one briefly and superficially intersects with a legendary person and is forever changed by the encounter. She spent ten minutes once interviewing me for one of her columns in the Northfield News.  I learned that this vigorous and lively purple-clad elder had, prior to retirement, been the longtime editor of the paper and the driving force behind the development of Northfield’s beautiful riverfront. Maggie Lee continues to inspire me with her sense of fun and ardent  love of her craft and her hometown. For me, she will always be an exemplar of how one person can make a real and positive difference for everyone just by working hard at what he or she loves.

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Maggie Lee Bed Race

News file photo Maggie Lee speaks during the dedication of a segment of the Mills Town Trail named in her honor. The portion of trail runs along the Cannon River between Seventh and Fifth Streets. (Courtesy of The Northfield News)

News file photo
Maggie Lee speaks during the dedication of a segment of the Mills Town Trail named in her honor. The portion of trail runs along the Cannon River between Seventh and Fifth Streets. (Courtesy of The Northfield News)

Maggie Lee couldn't help but smile, she has just been honored as the 2009 Joseph Lee Heywood winner. (News file photo) (Courtesy of The Northfield News)

Maggie Lee couldn’t help but smile, she has just been honored as the 2009 Joseph Lee Heywood winner. (News file photo) (Courtesy of The Northfield News)

(Photos reprinted with permission from The Northfield News.)

Maggie Lee loved cats and the color purple and the whole of Northfield. I think of this stretch of the Cannon River as a the gift she gives to the city–to all of us–everyday.

Northfield Riverscape

Northfield Riverscape Looking South
(Photos by Leslie Schultz)

I didn’t know her well at all, but I know she loved Northfield and words. So, here are some words in her honor.
A Candle for Maggie Lee
Lilac. Twilight. Hosta bloom.
Wisteria and tiny dog-tooth violets.
A plum, dewy and unbitten.
Chunks of glittering amethyst,
dark as Elizabeth Taylor’s eyes
and cool as a cat’s wink. Tulips
almost as black as the skin of an eggplant.
Also, the black light in the Hall of Gems
revealing efflorescence, and that minute bruise
I received who-knows-where. The race-car
sheen of my closed laptop computer.
The crescents of lavender under my daughter’s
sleepy eyes…

All these extravagant iolite existences now carry
the tinge of you, Maggie Lee; hold your memory
in their shadows: your life
touchs mine as I walk beside the flowing Cannon River

or pause on stairs imagined by you, here in my town,
your town, our town, where there is, it seems, a constant well
of beauty, purpling and ethereal, renewed and renewing as
the hot petunias in the civic baskets will,
do, as drifts of phlox in the Carleton Arb
and that sunset band of cloud on the St. Olaf hill.

Leslie Schultz

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(Photo by Leslie Schultz; Northfield Winter Walk, 2013)

All the best, Leslie