Sara Mildred Wolk
|Death:||Died in Pittsburgh, Allegheny, PA, USA|
|Cause of death:||intestinal cancer|
|Place of Burial:||Ross Township, Allegheny, Pennsylvania, United States|
Daughter of William Wolk (Wolf Wolkowski) and Rachel Wolk (Rosenthal)
|Occupation:||kindergarten and piano teacher, artist, housewife|
|Managed by:||Private User|
About Sara Wolk Hoechstetter
The family name was originally Wolkowski or Wolkowsky, but I don't know at what point it was changed. If anyone has information about this, I'd love to know more. (Wendy Hoechstetter)
My grandmother was a wonderful woman whom I remember always smiling, singing, playing the piano - and wearing lots of turquoise. She was also an award-winning artist, showing her work regularly with the Associated Artists of Pittsburgh, and published musician. As of 2011, I am aware of collectors still buying her paintings when they become available at quite respectable prices.
Grandma taught kindergarten in the local public schools, and sometimes as substitute teacher in higher grades. She used to tell us stories of the unruly students in 5th or 6th grade or so, one of whom once punched her in the face in the '60s, and left her understandably very much in fear of going to work. If memory serves, she retired not long after this. It seems that she did not really understand the difference in working with kindergartners vs older children.
She also used to show us the valentines the children would give her, and we got a lot of laughs out of the various misspellings of our last name, the oddest of which was "Mrs. Horse-Chester".
She was a terrible driver, and always drove on the Parkway at the minimum speed, telling me that "That's IQ" to do that. As young as I was, I still knew better, and always came home terrified. When we'd start out going somewhere with her driving, she'd often sing "We're Off to See the Wizard" and "Follow the Yellow Brick Road", and of course we would join in.
When I was a young child, she and PopPop used to take David and me every weekend to Frick Park to swing on the swings, and then to get an ice ball afterwards at the drug store across the street.
A little later, I took my first piano lessons with her.
When she would come to dinner at the house, we would often have a musical evening, with Dad playing cello, grandma on the piano, and me singing and dancing.