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(means “gracious” in Zulu – a nice word, don’t you think?)


The last time I saw her was at the 400 East, a popular and crowded restaurant up on Cape Cod.  She had
that sincere smile and sparkling eyes and was looking up at me like I was supposed to know her.  I was, but
the pure white hair threw me for a minute.  She was still looking fabulous even at her age, and had a new
boyfriend; neither of which was a surprise.

It had been a number of years since I’d seen Peg.  She is one of the most prominent artists in New England,
considered the “grande dame” of the local art world.  For years she worked in her gallery along with her
partner Dan, both of them painting at their easels right there in the town center next to the band concert
park, and she was as accessible as you could get.  Had anyone foreseen that her work would skyrocket in
popularity, not that it shouldn’t have, her paintings wouldn’t have lasted two minutes.  Sometimes they didn’t.  
Glad I own one.

I love the Episcopalians.  They have class.  She is the definition of class and graciousness.  Nomusa.  I can‘t
ever remember Peg not looking really fine.  Always with a nice silk scarf and coordinated ensemble.  She
must have figured out early in life that she could get a lot further with her pleasant demeanor than not, and
this brought a lot of joy to a countless number of people.  I’m included in that.  Godly and lovely – it doesn’t
get any better than that.  Proverbs 11:16 “A woman of gentle grace gets respect”.  She has mine.








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