About Margie

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Monday, February 22, 2016

Gift Bag Joy

      


I was SO excited to have had the opportunity (with your help) to give the girls at Hope House gift bags for Valentines Day! Each gift bag contained an 8 by 10  encouraging art print, a 5 by 7 Cinderella print, a journal, nail polish, and lip balm, and a copy of my book "Life is a Circus." 
One of the girls said that she felt the art was created specifically for her. She loved it so much. 
                      One of my joys is making gift bags. 

When I worked at Safe House domestic violence shelter, I loved the job of creating the welcome bags for the women and children who were coming in.  So when a client was going to arrive, my job was to create a welcome bag that contained shampoo, conditioner, 
toothpaste, tooth brush, soap, a welcome packet, hairbrush...if I found more donations in our closet, I would add a quilt, water bottle, journal, hand cream, body spray, and a stuffed animal (if the woman had a child/children). Also the second part was to prepare the room with fresh linens and towels. I know it was very traumatic for these women to go to a strange place, with people they don't know - so making the room and bed as comfortable as possible was important, especially to me because I knew first hand the importance of needing a toothbrush and slipping into a clean, fresh bed after a day of traveling, thinking, crying, not knowing what was happening. At nine years old my mother mustered up her courage to make an exit plan and leave her abuser, my dad.


Even though I was young and didn't know what was happening, I knew that I knew, that what my mom did took courage.  
Even this very moment, I can feel the cool, clean sheets I slipped into that first night at the domestic violence shelter. 


What may seem mundane, like washing sheets or giving someone tooth paste can be so helpful and comforting to another person. 

I am sure that the staff at the shelter didn't think their job of washing the sheets or creating a welcome bag was saving lives, but to me, it saved my sanity - I have good, positive memories from my first night at the shelter instead negative ones. 


My mission is to give out gift bags like these to at-risk, exploited women and youth. 

I try to give every girl who leaves our care a gift bag with my book, a journal, encouraging art print, nail polish, and lip balm. I want every one of the youth to take home something that will help them remember what they have learned while they were with us and also items that will bring encouragement. My future plans are to include necessities like toiletries and a new blanket in each gift bag.

Presently, my husband and I are able to do this on a small scale from a percentage from my art sales. My goal is to be able to create these gift bags to give away to at-risk youth, exploited children, and survivors of human trafficking.



A percentage of every sale provides something that may seem insignificant to us but huge to an at risk youth.

Every sale that I make at Margie's Art Studio, a percentage goes to help me get these bags together. It also helps me and my husband do little things for the 6 girls that live with; their favorite snacks on their beds as a surprise, sketch books, art books, pizza night party, etc..








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About Me - long version

Contents of gift bags for youth that leave my care and survivors of human trafficking
Art has always been a big part of my life. 
There is no doubt about that. 
I have been drawing for as long as I can remember. I used to love to staple paper together to create little books and illustrate stories like Cinderella. It all started when a baby sitter was trying to entertain me by teaching me how to draw "real" people and not the stick figures I was doing at 4 years old. I thought it so amazing what a few lines could create. From there pre-school, I loved painting and in middle school it was drawing castles, princesses and dragons. 
In high school, you could always find me in the art department working on something.
It was no shock to anyone when got to college and my major was Fine Arts/Illustration. 

One day while walking in the art building, I saw a flyer requesting some college students to come out and provide mentoring for the youth in The Mount Pleasant Housing Projects. 
I grew up in New Britain and I had friends that had lived the housing projects in the past, so I figured it wouldn't be bad, so I signed up.

                                     Little did I know, 
this is the population I would be working with for the next 25 years.

The school year was over and so was the mentoring, but the director thought I did such a good job with the girls I was mentoring, that he asked me to come on for the summer program. I still remember walking to apartments and doing "outreach" to gather the kids to come out and join in the activities. 

That was 1991.

After Mount Pleasant, I taught art classes at the Boy's Club - which was down the street from Mount Pleasant, ran a church teen group with my husband, Did Studio2B after school program with middle school females, was shift lead at an emergency shelter for youth 0-12, was a youth care worker, classroom assistant, then house parent at Boys Town for youth ages 9 - 17, taught art to at-risk teen girls at NAFI, was part of the after school team and also a victim advocate at Safe House. aMy husband and I even had at-risk adults ;) at one time when we owned A Stroke of Brilliance Painting and we employed some men who were previously felons. 
Even when i tried to take a break from working with sexually, physically, verbally abuse, neglected, abandoned children, I still worked with children when I started my own face painting company  - Funtastical Faces.
Because of the economy, my family and I had to make some difficult decisions and we moved back to Florida where we became house parents to 7 teen age boys.
My husband and I are presently at Place of hope as house parents to a house of 6 female youth. 

My heart's desire is to use my artwork to encourage and uplift those around me, especially, the at-risk population. 

When I do an art festival I always take that opportunity to tell others about my experiences 
with the youth and adults I have worked with. It brings me joy to give out my book as part of a gift bag to the girls that have been in my care or even some whom I've never met, like the survivors of human trafficking, from Hope for Freedom.

My goal is that in the future I will be able to do more art festivals so I can make a living as an artist, share my experiences, and inspire others to go out and be change for good. 


    "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." 
                               - Mahatma Gandhi

Monday, October 5, 2015

Pain Demands to be felt

SAT Sept 12, 2015

"That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt." 


When I think of my dad, I think "Indestructible." He was never sick, at 74 he didn't have any grey hair, as a matter of fact, he had ALL his hair, he once dove in to a baby pool head first and recovered like nothing, he would get a cut from working on something... a fan, cars, mower and he would just wrap it, but you could clearly see he needed stitches. So when my uncle texted me to let me know my dad had passed away, I didn't know what to feel. How do you mourn some one you had a complicated relationship with and believed would live to be 120 years old?

I hadn't seen my father in a long time, but I knew he was alive somewhere. That's how he was - pop in and out of our lives. My brother found him living in Honduras this past year and that he had throat cancer but that he was doing really well. Just like Carole Popperton-Schrading described her father, "My father was an alcoholic. He was very intelligent and high functioning, to borrow a term from AA." 

My family has about 80 percent bad memories of him and 20 percent good memories of my dad.
Good memories...his pig roasts, teaching me how to make fried shrimp, my dad had me and my brother sit at the kitchen table and pretended he was a french waiter. He had the napkin over his arm and He was taking our order in french- really it was gibberish. On the menu was hot dogs with the ends cut so they would curl up like flowers or when my mom let some Jehovah's witnesses in the house and my dad started laundry, slamming the washer lid, turned up the t.v., talked really loud, and we could see that he was making himself laugh from his antics - it made us laugh too - No disrespect to Jehovah's Witnesses.

Then there were the not so good memories...drinking, manipulating, gas lighting, causing trouble, police, joking one day, upset another, did I say police?
I couldn't help but to laugh when my my mom would ask him, "And who are you today? Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?" in her Spanish accent. Writing this right now, I'm laughing inside. We were so damn dysfunctional.

I had no ill feelings towards him. I accepted and was at peace that he was the way he was and the limited relationship was a good thing. Even with all his non sense, I learned a lot from him.  I knew what kind of parent I did NOT want to be, how exactly I would allow someone to treat me, how to discern situations pretty fast, which ways NOT to cope with life, how to read people...

So back to processing all this - Anger I know very well how to feel. Frustration and disappointment too, but sadness I had no point of reference. I kept trying to analyze and figure out what I was feeling, but I just made myself exhausted. So when I found this quote from 
Leonardo DaVinci, 
"Tears come from the heart and not from the brain." 

It gave me a little peace.  Sometimes I just won't  end up "figuring out" all my feelings. 
Some times I'm just going to have to allow myself to feel it, not rush through it so I can "get over it" and allow paint to be felt.


Thank you to all of you who supported me and was a shoulder to cry on during this time in my life.




Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Article About me and my husband

Margarita and Rafael Forestier stand with Blaine, who has turned his life around thanks to Boys Town.The home uses mentors to keep kids and teens from crime.
Tim Freed

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Blaine sits on his unmade bed and pores over a notebook – the pages filled with his sketches of black and white roses and graffiti letters. A row of model cars park on a shelf above his headboard. A nearby radio plays top-40 country music hits.
The room looks like any other 16-year-old boy’s bedroom, but the twin bed that Blaine sleeps in has not always been his own.
Almost 100 miles away from Blaine, another bed remains empty in the house that he called home.
Blaine lives in a family home at Boys Town Central Florida, a non-profit organization in Oviedo that seeks to protect and foster growth in children with rebellious attitudes and behavioral problems – teaching them to become productive members of society.
The family homes give children a place to stay long-term, away from their permanent homes while they learn important life skills such as following instructions, accepting consequences and being honest.
Rafael and Margarita Forestier are the “parents” here, preparing kids to avoid the rocky road that may have led them here.
“If we just help one person and get them on the right track, then maybe they can affect somebody else,” Margarita said.
“Nobody gave them a second chance, so we did.”
The family homes are made up of two assigned parents and about six Boys Town residents. The children are required to do chores, maintain their living space and treat others with respect. Doing so earns the children privileges like a night out at the movies or bowling.
Blaine came here two years ago from Palm Coast in Flagler County, sent off by his parents to Boys Town to develop his social skills. Blaine rarely spoke, kept to himself and often stole small items like index cards and pens.
He felt judged inside his own home while dealing with those issues, Rafael said.
“We know that he’s going to make mistakes,” Rafael said. “There’s no grudges held against him. It’s dealt with and we move on. I think that’s what helped him grow with trusting us a little more.”
The Forestiers have been counseling and reaching out to children like Blaine for years.
In 1995, the couple joined Boys Town Central Florida’s original emergency shelter in Sanford as shift supervisors, keeping children with suicidal tendencies and histories of self-harm under constant surveillance.
They worked at the shelter until 2000, when they moved to Connecticut with their children and worked in an all-girls behavioral program under the North American Family Institute (NAFI).
But the methods used in the (NAFI) program were a far cry from the sit-down-and-talk-it-out approach that Boys Town took. Girls struggling with drug addiction or past sexual and physical abuse would often become violent, and would have to be physically restrained by the program staff.
The Forestiers couldn’t take more than a year there, and left in 2001.
After creating a painting business that thrived for several years, the couple once again felt the urge to play a healing role in the lives of children. They moved back to Florida in 2010, and rejoined Boys Town Central Florida to be assigned parents in one of the family homes.
And the Forestiers know very well what keeps them coming back. Raised in Meriden, Conn., by his single mother, Rafael grew up wayward himself, falling into a rough crowd that abused and sold drugs. At no more than 16 years old, Rafael was transporting guns to local gangs.
“It’s a miracle that I’m not in jail,” Rafael said.
It wasn’t until his aunt took him to a church youth group that Rafael was able to turn his life around. Lou Papallo of the First Assembly of God church reached out to Rafael, taught him to be accountable for his actions, and later offered him a job to support himself.
Rafael learned what it meant to be hard-working man who supported a family, and went on to do just that.
Years later, Rafael and his wife were impacting young people’s lives at shelters – just as Papallo did with Rafael.
“Because he changed my life, I want to be able to change others,” Rafael said. “My wife and I have just been doing it ever since.”
Rafael’s own past experiences and the dangerous path he once walked have better equipped him to become a mentor to Blaine in dealing with his problems – in particular his habit of stealing.
“I’m trying to teach a kid that you don’t want to steal, because it could end up into something bigger in your life later and have a bigger consequence,” Rafael said.
After two years of living with the Forestiers, Blaine hasn’t stolen in months, and now leads the other Boys Town residents by example – going to bed at curfew without question, greeting people with a smile and encouraging other residents to follow rules around the house.
Blaine no longer feels judged, and has allowed his personality to shine through.
“It’s better than my actual home,” Blaine said.
Boys Town Central Florida focuses much of its resources on counseling and housing local children in Seminole County, but about 30 percent of the Boys Town children are like Blaine, coming from other parts of the state.
Last month the organization received a year’s worth of funding from the Ounce of Prevention Fund of Florida, a non-profit organization that supports prevention programs that benefit children, families and communities.
The money will be used to bring Boys Town Central Florida’s Common Sense Parenting classes and In-Home Family Services to Orange County, broadening the organizations reach across Central Florida.
Boys Town Central Florida hopes that this expansion will help better serve struggling families in the area.
In the meantime, the Forestiers plan to continue teaching children the importance of respect and obeying rules, all while giving them a place they can call home.
“So many people need help, and we haven’t even scratched the surface,” Margarita said.
“Our house will always be filled.”
Boys Town Central Florida is currently searching for a new location in Orange County to house the incoming services.