Born July 8, 1916 in Stanstead, Canada to parents Ruth and Henry Lamb.
Attended The Art Students League in New York City 1938.
Married Donald McLean on September 2, 1939 in Stanstead, Quebec, Canada.
Became a United States citizen in 1944 (see above document).
Lived in Washington, DC; Northport, NY; Summit, NJ; Brookline, Ma; Andover, Ma.
She was the mother of four children. Two boys and two girls.
She had nine grandchildren.
She had many talents including painting, piano, and gardening.
She was a community volunteer and activist.
She was an avid reader.
Died March 1989.
As for the scar on her r.forehead, she was painting a self portrait in Art School when the mirror she was looking into, fell forward onto her head and made a deep cut.
She had the scar all her life.
She would have been 93 today.
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NIce, Barb. Mom after 90. Hard to imagine.
Accomplished artist?
Recognized, visionary environmentalist?
Organic botanist and plant species visionary?
Evangelist for population control?
Strident, opinionated social commentator?
Sought after board member, "green" commentator.
Long live the Gallery!
Thank you, Barb
Like Dad, Mom had so many facets to her talent and interests as here noted.
I visited New Jersey's Great Swamp the other day. Dad got much of the well deserved credit for raising the money and acquiring the land that saved the New York area from its fourth major airport against extraordinary odds. It was Mom, however, who helped form the coalition of Garden Clubs that really began the ball rolling. No doubt some pillow talk to dad (and the role of indomitable Helen Fenski) helped the project bear fruit.
For the record, Mom was born in Stanstead Quebec.
thanks, John.
Corrections made.
Thanks, Barb, and Donny for the archived photo! As for the scar...the mirror actually sliced a big chunk out of her forehead; she picked it up and took it to the doctor and he sewed it back on. At least that's the story she told me!
She was an amazing woman. Today she was a fluttering yellow butterfly who accompanied me on a long walk...up into the leaves of the oaks and then down almost playing in my hair...first behind me, then ahead and then off to entertain the rest of the children in her own special way. Did you notice?
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