It was Christine’s wish
for family, friends, and loved ones to share poetry and their favorite stories and memories of her.
This site will be left up in memorial of Christine–please feel free to come back at any time to reread the stories and poems that have been left here and leave another memory yourself.
Christie was our dear friend, family member, acquaintance, and colleague.
All of us who loved her know that her presence in our lives enriched us. We knew her as a kind and gentle soul and a strong-willed woman with a wonderful, understated sense of humor. We admired her intellectual intelligence and her gift as an artist. Christie had great compassion for others and cherished the belief that she could inspire those around her with her work.
Christie loved art; she loved words, painting, literature, poetry, art history and art culture. Throughout her life, the burden of her mental health struggles was tempered by this love. She found strength and inner peace in her artistic process and her identification as an artist brought her happiness and gave her purpose.
Some of Christie’s paintings were featured as part of a group show that took place in Burlington, Vermont this winter. She wrote the following artist statement for the show’s program:
I grew up in New York City, and began my career as an artist in high school. In my sophomore year at Barnard College, I took a class with Milton Resnick. I have been a member of the Arts Collective for six years, and am active in the Burlington community and volunteer for several non-profit organizations. I graduated from Burlington College and earned an Independent Major in Art from Goddard College.
Engaging in art gives me emotional power. As a woman, it gives me voice. I use acrylic, watercolor, pen, and ink in my artwork. My work is influenced by Wolf Kahn, Robert Huntoon, and local artists Janet Fredericks and Ed Owre. Art and the creative process has helped me get through difficult times. Because of that, I can be an inspiration to others. When I am creating art, I am happy.
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Remembering Christine Pemberton 
I was so saddened to hear this news. Christine was a Jazzercise buddy of mine. She was a quiet, calm presence on a loud and rowdy dance floor! I would give her a ride home on occasion, and that’s where I learned about her love of art and literature. Whenever I saw her, she was always smiling and willing to share a sweet, quiet greeting. I will miss that very much. Rest easy, my Jazzin’ friend. There will always be a special spot for you on the floor.
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Thank you so much for your story Lori. Christine told me about her Jazzercise buddies during my visit with her last summer. I know that your friendship and ride sharing meant a lot to her.
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I enjoyed working with Christie at the Fleming Museum of Art and then chatting with her and Benji around town, at the Art Hop, or by the lake. She always had a smile. When I last saw her we had a great chat about the museums in NYC (our hometown) and what art she had seen recently and her upcoming exhibit. I will miss her and am sad that I will not see her at the next Museum event.
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