This site is dedicated to the memory of Bug.

Bug was born in Portland, OR on July 17, 1918. Throughout her life she expressed herself through her artistic works ranging from painting and printmaking to sculptures and stained glass. Bug was an avid golf player and continued to play into her 80s. Bug and her husband Frank spent most of their lives together in California. Bug attended classes at Elderwise, an art program for seniors with dementia, five days a week for several years. When Claire (Muffy) drove Bug to class she would often say, "Oh, I'm going to go teach art again." Below is link to a video about the Elderwise program that has a few clips of Bug in it. Copy and paste the link into your address bar. http://www.seattlechannel.org/videos/video.asp?ID=3040654&file=1

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Wonderful memories of Virginia and Frank come to mind. Virginia, full of energy to get things done, great advice, artistic talent she was willing to share with all, and at once both elegant and down to earth. Frank, with his handsome style and smile, kind and thoughtful manner, low key humor. What a creative and generous couple.
cctell
13th September 2013
Some of the best memories of my childhood are of Bug and Grandpa. The General, was always in charge and commanded our utmost respect, but they continually made me laugh like some sort comedy routine. Phrases like "that's hysterical" and "your mother will kill me if you don't take all of your pills" are as clear in my head as if it were yesterday. I never really understood her paintings, but I loved to stair at them and figure them out. I always loved the English muffins and peanut butter with Cheerios for breakfast before we went out skiiing. She want a grandmother, she was Bug. And only a select lucky few had one of those.
mdingersoll2004
25th August 2013
"The Guest House" This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. RUMI
Claire
23rd August 2013