Many artists have to carve our their career path in families where no one understands their creative urge. Not so for me.
The most objectively successful person in my family was an artist
...my grandfather, children's book illustrator, Garth Williams.
My parents' wedding invitation, illustrated by Garth Williams.
Detail of my parents' wedding invitation — Garth Williams self portrait, sleeping under a tree.
"Grandpapa Garth" was already living in Mexico when I was born. He had already illustrated Stuart Little, Charlotte's Web, the Little House in the Prairie series and many other books.
We didn't see each other often.
My family lived in Europe. International travel has become so commonplace and we're able to communicate so effortlessly and cheaply these days that it's easy to forget that up until twenty-some years ago we were limited to letters and the occasional expensive long-distance phone call.
His wife Leticia, Garth, me and my father in the garden of Swiss friends. (The striped shutters indicate that the house is a manse.)
Garth visited us several times while we lived in France, when I was between the ages of 3 and 6. I remember taking a sight-seeing boat ride with him on the Seine river in Paris. He gave me a pretty Japanese printed glassine envelope that contained small pellets of compressed paper that opened into brightly colored flowers when dropped into a glass of water. They were magical.
We took an epic trip to North America.
The summer that I was ten, my parents and brother and I spent a month visiting my mother's family in North America. We visited relatives in California, Quebec and New York.
There was a family gathering in Rhode Island, with all of Garth's daughters from his different marriages present.
Garth with all five of his daughters in 1981 — back row: my mother Fiona and aunt Bettina; front row: my aunts Estyn (yes, there are two of us in the family), Dilys and Jessica, who is the artist and jewelry designer I came to work with two decades later.
And we spent time with Garth and extended family at his home in Guanajuato, Mexico.
Garth with my aunt Dilys and me.
While we were there, we took a trip to the pacific coast together. We drove, taking two days and stopping overnight in Guadelajara. I remember Grandpapa Garth keeping my brother (also called Garth) and me company in the hotel restaurant and introducing us to club sandwiches.
We drove in two cars — Garth, Leticia and Dilys in one, my parents, brother and myself in the second. At some point, out of boredom, we switched and I rode with Leticia and Garth. I remember jungle-coverd volcanic mountains passing by as we played the Bee Gees on the 8-track.
With my father and brother, Club Maeva, Mexico, 1981
We spent a luxurious few days on the beach and in the pool, sipping fruit juice from coconuts. I tried to be helpful by carrying things for Leticia. Everyone made sure "little Garth" didn't get sunburned.
Somewhere I have a sketched caricature that Garth drew of all of us in the swimming pool, Leticia lounging at the edge.
I didn't get back to Mexico until 1994.
The year that I moved to the United States, my mother and I flew down to see Garth. He was beginning to lose his memory and was no longer illustrating, but he was surrounded by family and love and he continued to be silly and playful.
Goofing around with Garth at dinner, Guanajuato, Mexico, 1994
I traipsed around Guanajuato with my newly-met cousin Laura, visiting the Diego Rivera Museum and the indoor market in search of milagros.
Garth and Leticia took us to explore San Miguel de Allende for a few days, and we stopped for lunch at some hot springs on our drive there.
Garth autographing my copy of The Little Fur Family and making silly faces.
That was the last time I spent time with Garth; he died a couple of years later, in 1996.
His legacy surrounds me.
Both in this artist's life I've chosen to live and when I'm out in the world. I encounter his illustrations everywhere — in bookstores and thrift shops and friends' homes. The drawing style is so familiar to me that it's almost like seeing a familiar face.
Last year the Society of Illustrators awarded him the Original Art Lifetime Achievement Award. I'm so grateful that his work continues to have a lasting impact on readers around the world.
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It is a joy to discover this blog site. I knew Garth well in his later years, doing many events and book signings with him in the midwest and here in Michigan. When we arrived at one venue a line of hundreds awaited him. He inquired about the crowd; I told him “They are here for you, Garth. You’re a rock star.”
Being around him for so long was a perfect way to hear so many of his stories of a life that was simply incredible. I visited the family twice in San Antonio; sorry I never had a chance to see that fabled home in Mexico. It is so nice to read your memories of this great guy.
I recently ran across a letter my father wrote to his parents in which he tells about Garth Williams and his wife Dorothea visiting us in Sackets Harbor, NY, for Christmas in 1946. They came with my aunt Grayce Bradt and Saro Murabito from NYC. Garth drove to Toronto and brought back his daughters Fiona and Bettina with whom I played. I was 3 years old. Garth gave my parents an ink sketch of me that he’d drawn during a previous visit. I have the framed sketch. I do not know how Garth came to know my family. My parents and my aunt are no longer living so there’s no one to ask.
I am hoping that this will lead to a re-connection between your mother Fiona and me. We met and became very good friends in the summer of 1960, when she was visiting Garth in Aspen. We spent many hours together, having tea and sharing pastries, as well as deep conversations. We lost connection, as I was in California and didn’t keep up the letter-writing that would have extended our friendship. I have always regretted that and hope that somehow we might resume a long-distance friendship. She meant a lot to me, but I was swept up in graduate school and in getting married. Is there a chance you might bring us together? Your pictures and stories of your grandfather was such a delightful discovery. Best wishes for your work. Carol
Sometime around 1980 My boyfriend at that time was a friend of your Grandfather Garth Williams. We went to stay at his house in Maril. Meeting Garth, Leticia & I think the toddler was Dylan was a very memorable visit. Garth & Leticia were the perfect hosts. The house was amazing your grandfather explained many details how it was made. I have a few pictures of the house but wonder if there are more pictures online. Love to you & you families.
So wonderful a story and so amazing that GW is your grandpa! I’ve been a fan since I was very small, reading books illustrated by him since the early sixties. I admire his creativity! Merry Christmas to you and thanks for sharing these pictures and your account.