Elke died February 15 2018 at 5:30 p.m. at the Mazankowski Heart Institute in Edmonton.
She was surrounded by friends and family in a tearful, poetic, song-filled ceremony of passage.
A fierce, angry, loving, creative and generous spirit has left us and we are diminished by this.
Her memorial was 1:00 p.m. Saturday March 24 at the St. Albert Kinsmen Centre, 47 Riel Dr. Thanks to those who celebrated with us.
She was surrounded by friends and family in a tearful, poetic, song-filled ceremony of passage.
A fierce, angry, loving, creative and generous spirit has left us and we are diminished by this.
Her memorial was 1:00 p.m. Saturday March 24 at the St. Albert Kinsmen Centre, 47 Riel Dr. Thanks to those who celebrated with us.
I do not know a great many things I am unsure on familial love, and the matters of blood I do know that sometimes you were hard on us I cannot write you a lie This is neither to admire nor shame you For I cannot decide whether you death makes me happy or sad But I am numb And this is to remember you For I hate to forget |
So, this is for you Elke Ingrid Blodgett Who came from Leipzig A pioneer who finally settled in the prairies of Canada I cannot say I cried heavily at your death I cannot write you a lie But tears- silent tears- slid down my cheeks At the haunting melody of an honour song And you led a noble and honorable life |
Your name – it means “noble” So this is for you And maybe we didn’t always get along But I do not like to forget And if at least someone remembers You cannot fall victim to oblivion You hold meaning I guess I lied after all For I do know that family means something In one way or another |
– Melody (Charlie) Gill (née Emily) February 15 2018 |
Ade | |
Speaking to you a last time, I spoke into emptiness, and when words came, they did not seem to come, or came as things that might have stuttered, had they spoken, and left themselves unfinished, half in pieces, half complete, like toys abandoned in a childhood where nothing that was begun could keep up, but rising in the light of spring a branch of apple flowers appeared as if the weight of all gravity was here, its fragility but barely moving in the slight breeze, standing perhaps in water, its brief life |
of flowers that like candles flicker through the passing of their lives, the greater gravity gathered in the fire that they bear, all beauty, all passion flowered in fire, and all breath, refining spring, the first moment and the last, the memory of apples rising up before they are: let us say that there is where you now have gone, into that transfiguring of fire, your only knowledge carried in your hands, no more visible than smoke, or mist as if abandoned in the morning light of spring. |
E.D. Blodgett March 2018 |
Master potter reflects on career of exploring the limitless wonder of clay by Scott Hayes, St. Albert Gazette |
Life and Times: St. Albert environmentalist, artist Elke Blodgett lived for all seasons by Hina Alam, EdmontonJournal |
Elke Blodgett was a passionate environmentalist, artist and committed Albertan David J. Climenhaga, rabble.ca |
Gone to Starlight By Anna Sewell, Prairie Pomes |
Alberta environmentalist Elke Blodgett deserves her honour — plus our attention! David J. Climenhaga, rabble.ca |
Elke’s Point: A photographic tribute to Elke Blodgett By Dave Conlin, pbase.com |
Elke Blodgett on Find a Grave | |
Edmonton Journal Obituary | Guest Book |