And how will you recognize me?
“You can say I’ve been sculpted by time, and the wind, and the sun, and the stress, and yummy food, and happy memories, and all the encounters with light and darkness.”
“In Memoriam Obituary published in Silver Spring Voice, Feb. 26, 2010 “
In 1982, EF wrote this entry in her diary:
here lies little old me
grateful mother
artist
weaver of dreams
tai chi player
teacher & friend to my children
student & devotee of bhagwan
follower of the Tao
wife & lover & room-mate of eddie
lover of mountains & the sea
& flowering trees & singing brooks
meditation
believer of music & dance & colors
humble student of life
at my ripe old age of 101
may my soul
be at peace & set free
to continue my journey homeward.
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January 8, 2010 at 4:48 PM |
I lived on Oakton Street just west of Dodge Av. in Evanston, Illinois in the 1960s when Nancy (as that was her first name back then) and her family lived on Warren Av. Her brother, Frank, and I were friends and soccer team teammates. The family name, and Nancy’s, was “Ling” then. I am saddened to learn of her untimely passing, and have expressed that to Frank, and Eddie (Chang)—we all knew one another at the the local high school, Evanston Township, from 1962-1966. When a loved one leaves us, it is through the strength of others that time is able to heal us, without our ever forgetting the cherished memories of the person who is now gone from our midst. Nancy will be incredibly missed but what as we knew her in life will remain within us forever—
January 8, 2010 at 5:10 PM |
My condolences to a wonderful family on the death of their loved one.
January 8, 2010 at 8:15 PM |
If you like me.. You will love my Mama..
January 10, 2010 at 2:00 PM |
I first met Nancy a long time ago at Hemenway Methodist Church in Evanston, Illinois. She was my friend Frank’s sister. At church she would sing in the choir with Sonia Johansen and my brother Paul. Frank and I were ushers. After services we would talk, but she never called me Dick or Richard. It was always Paul’s little brother.
I first met EF about four or five years ago through Eddie and email. Her first note to me was addressed to “Paul Hartman’s little brother”. It was great to catch up on each others families through a string of emails. Ef brought up names of Hemenway people that I hadn’t thought of in years. She was always sweet and kind. I have nothing but great memories of the Ling and Chang families in Evanston. The hearts of the Hartman family go out to all who knew and loved EF.
Dick and Celo Hartman
January 10, 2010 at 6:05 PM |
What a wonderful website! We miss E.F. very much too and we are glad there’s a nice online memorial where people can share their thoughts. We’ll write something soon too.
September 11, 2010 at 9:57 AM |
E. F. and I met in 1980 or so at Beautiful Day in College Park where we began a wonderful friendship, though later sporadic. She was a sweet, gentle, tremendously talented person and we bonded through our mutual background in macrobiotics. I was disappointed when E.F. and family moved to Silver Spring from Cheverly, though I understood.
I have seen E. F. a few times in the last three or four years and was tremendously concerned about her health. It broke my heart to see her getting more and more frail.
Though much of her art was kind of dreamy and kind, I was absolutely stunned by the power of the portraits E.F. made of her grandparents. The power that I saw in those portraits was absolutely jaw-dropping and conveyed, I believe, the deep feeling she felt for her grandparents.
June 16, 2011 at 11:34 AM |
I am in such shock! I am planning a trip to DC with my son Nick, his wife and two preschool children and thought it would be a lot of fun to see EF and Eddie, and possibly their children and grandson. Now that Nick is a post-doc at Princeton in molecular biology, such a visit would be a lovely reunion with the wonderful family we grew to know in Eugene where Eddie and EF gave Nick, at age 2, before they moved to Seattle, the molecular model kit that he so enjoyed playing with at their house. Visits in Seattle and DC were always too short. Occasionally, at her fancy, sometimes at odd times of year we would exchange notes, always some sort of fanciful painting from EF. The last time I visited from California, way too long ago, EF mentioned feeling weak. But to encounter this web page and learn of her passing is so sad. Thank you for maintaining it so we can see her beautiful face, know what happened and share remembrances with other friends and family.
My thoughts are with you, Eddie, Nessa and Sebastian, Simon and Meesha who visited me in Oakland, and Tria whom I first met when she was 10. I do take comfort in the thoughts EF expressed in her diary and know that this soul is now at peace and set free to continue her journey homeward. EF we will miss you. Thank you for being part of our life.
Kristin Wilson and Nick Young and family