Monday, January 4, 2010

In memory of my amazing, brilliant mom

In memory of my mother, Judith Louise Anson Robinson, who passed away January 4, 1993. She was an artist (see paintings here), piano teacher, poet, gardener, inveterate reader, businesswoman, genealogist, compassionate Christian, and homemaker, but best of all, MOM.
Judith Anson (Forsell) with little brother David Forsell, ca 1942
Judith with cousin Raymond Prebil, her best friend through childhood
1946 or 1947: Judith hunched over with asthma
April 1950: Ray Prebil and Judith. Snow? International Falls, Minnesota should explain that!1953: Judith dressed for high school prom
1954: Judith sunbathing at lake in northern Minnesota
1955: siblings David Forsell, Lloyd Steen, Harriet Steen, Judith Anson
Sept 9, 1955: Judith marries Kenneth Robinson
Nov 29, 1956: Judith and her mother, Lois Stone Steen
1957: Judith and Ken Robinson, Phoenix, Arizona
1960: Christy and Judith
1962: My dad took this snapshot of my mom, my brother, and me,
probably on Easter or in the spring, in Phoenix, Arizona.
My mother painted this from the photo during the 1970s. 
1963: Ken, Judith, Brian and Christy
1968: Judith, Ken, Brian, Christy, and Gypsy

1974: Judith Anson Robinson

1975: Christy and Judith in photo booth
1978: Three generations: Judith, Christy, and Lois
Christmas Eve, 1992: two weeks before Judith's passing. Ken, Judith, Christy, Stacey, Jacob, Brian, and EricaJanuary 2009: Stone family reunion of Judith's siblings, cousins, and uncle and aunt--and me, representing my mom.2009: Judith's siblings David Forsell, Lloyd Steen, and Harriet Steen Bosico; me (in blue); with my mom's uncle and aunt, Russell and Mary Stone

Jesus overheard and said, "Don't be upset. Just trust me and everything will be all right."
Everyone was crying and carrying on over her. Jesus said, "Don't cry. She didn't die; she's sleeping." They laughed at him. They knew she was dead.
Then Jesus, gripping her hand, called, "My dear child, get up." She was up in an instant, up and breathing again! Luke 8:50-54 MSG

The New Testament was written in everyday Greek, known as "Koine." The word for "spirit," "air," and "breath" was pneuma. My mother's lifelong, chronic illness began with severe asthma, which developed into emphysema before she was a teenager. All her life, she struggled for breath. She has the breath of eternal life now.
"She was up in an instant, up and breathing again!"


  1. Your mom was lovely and a good artist as well. My post for tomorrow, Wed the 6th, is also about my mother, who fortunately is still living. I did a story about her on 12/16 and had requests to post some photos, which I will do on my 1/6 post.

  2. Comments from Facebook

    Linda Marsa Watkins: Beautifully done!

    Stephanie J. Mason: Wonderful Christy, brings tears to my eyes. My mother's birthday will be Jan 19, and she would be 84. I can't believe she died just just seven months ago.

    Nancy Boyce: big hugs!

  3. Comments from Facebook

    Susan Hicks Arbogast: You look so much like her! Thank you for sharing. I remember her smile, most of all.

    Stephanie J. Mason: I had to go through this again, for I love the layout and tribute. Your mother was not only beautiful but very talented and intelligent. I can see that you inherited a great wealth from her and that her legacy lives on. Blessings, my friend.

  4. Thank you. This was a beautiful memorial and I appreciate you thinking of me.
    I forwarded it to Cricket and to my granddaughter. You are so gifted. I admire you so much.
    Thanks again,
    David Forsell

  5. Harriet Bosico January 6 at 5:23am

    Thanks for sending that to me, Christy.....those pictures brought back a lot of memories. I've always especially loved the 1963 family picture....Mom kept it displayed in our living room for many, many years. I don't think you ever get over missing your mom....I know I still miss mine at the oddest moments.......


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