Birth date: Dec 14, 1928 Death date: Jul 16, 2011
Margaret (Peg) Rigg, aged 82, of St. Petersburg, Florida died at Bayfront Hospital on July 16, 2011, from pneumonia after a serious fall in May. She was born on December 14, 1928 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to the late Carl Hazlet Read Obituary
Peg was more than a teacher...she was a guide.
What a life well lived. What a smile. What a kind and generous person and what an example to us all. God bless you Peg.
The joy of knowing and working with Peg throughout our time at motive Magazine marks a milestone in all of our lives. The wonders of producing a monthly publication that evoked raves, threats, condemnation, admiration, and much more...what an incredible experience for all of us. Along with a multitude of other admirers, I stand in awe of who she was and how she shared so richly with others. And she brought such marvelous writers, visionaries, artists and spiritual collaborators into the motive family. Peg's spirit and wisdom illuminates all of us! B.J. Stiles
San Francisco, CA
Peg Rigg was a dear friend for 60 years, and an inspiration to us all!
I was a calligraphy student of Peg's, and she was one of my most significant mentors and inspirations. I have many fond memories (and mementos). When I heard the news, I opened the journals I kept from one of her winter term classes, which has critiquing notes from her tucked into the pages. It's priceless. Thanks to Ruth and family for sharing the wonderful photos of Peg and her art.
After I graduated from Eckerd College in 1973, I drifted to other parts of the world and lost touch with Peg. Just the past Christmas I was blessed to see her and reconnect after all these years. It was like we picked up the conversation and just went on talking and writing and sharing. She became one of those angels of love and support as I went through health challenges. Her smile, her beautiful calligraphic messages, and her undying spirit will be a part of me forever.
Sat Nam
Many blessings to all
In a way, I actually met Peg the year before I arrived at FPC in 1967. I've forgotten how or why, but I subscribed to motive magazine and thought it was extremely cool. Little did I know that she would be at the crazy little college I chose to attend. I worked atthe college a total of 22 years in 2 stints after graduation and got to know her even better, but not well enough to call her a close friend. She was an amazing woman, so multi-faceted. I talked to her about her faith journey once when I interviewed her for Vision Magazine, the now defunct college magazine. A whole new dimension. . . You know, she survived a horrendous automobile accident while in England. Her friend died and she was not expected to survive. She was quite changed by the accident, but she continued to create wonderful, wonderful art. I am so very saddened. This is a loss for women and the world.
My mother, Elke Appelkamp, and Peg were best friends; when I was born in 1956 she became my godmother.
She made it possible for me to study at Eckerd College in 1978. I was able to stay with her several times over the years, she once visited us in Germany. Last year I visited her with my husband and my three daughters. She gave all of us pieces of her wonderful art. I am so happy that I saw her again last year, that my girls could meet her and that we could spend a lot of time with each other. She will always remain in my heart. I see her pictures in our house and I have kept lots of her beautiful letters.
I love Aunt Peg very much and I miss her.
I have fond memories of my days at Eckerd and my time in the art department, and Peg was definitely a big part of that. She was always positive and encouraging. She was a different role model for me. I needed that then, as I was at an age then where I was still struggling with my identity as a young woman trying to make my way in the world. She was one of the first professional women artists that I had encountered and had the opportunity to interact with. I am thankful to her for that.
Thanks for all the hugs and big grins, Peg. I'm gonna miss ya.
