Lynn and I headed off to Ohio Country for a mini-retreat. We stayed at the historic Millersburg hotel! It has such a history. It also has quilts hanging everywhere.
What did I do?
I made the ghost Blocks. There was a lot of swearing involved. I don’t really care for stitch and flip, and that was necessary. Since there were only 5 blocks in this runner, I suffered through it and swore a lot. It is cute.I also worked on my holiday placemats. I am hopeful that I can get them done.
Not perfect, but tolerable.
We are planning a retreat for our guild and hope to have it here. They have a large room that we can use free of charge. It is a beautiful room with high ceilings and exposed brick walls. We are hoping for the first weekend in March. We are hoping we will have 15-20 ladies from our guild join. Something to look forward to in early Spring. I am sure I will need it by then.
Good question. I sometimes wonder what I am doing. I quilted, on my domestic, my scrabble dog wall hanging. I needed something to do that would take me a bit of uninterupted time. Sometimes when I have a lot on my mind (or just anxiety in general), I want to work on something that requires my undivided attention. This has been basted and staring at me for quite a few weeks. I figured it would take me 1-1.5 hours after I got set up to complete the quilting. I was not far off the mark.
I did find, that since I don’t really quilt much on my domestic machine, except straight line, that I now suck at free motion quilting on it. It is possible that it is because iut requires strenght (shoulders, I think) that I don’t have and may never have. I used my dog boine ruler. Not sure why they are called rulers, they don’t actually measure anything. I did take a photo of one of the better-looking areas (LOL).
Anxiety, who me?
Haha. Crazy anxiety. That’s me. I am a worrier by nature., I think I got that from my mother. She was a worrier. So anxiety is just an added bonus.
What causes me to be insane? Well, last week on Wednesday, I woke up unable to walk. Awesome. The absolute most severe pain I have ever felt, everytime I put my right leg down. Words can not describe this pain. Thinking my post (artificail knee) had finally come loose after 25 years, I had my daughter drive me to the ER. Nope, knee not loose. Not much we can help you with, go to your ortho. Six weeks wait. Try someone local. Eww, not what I usually want to do, living outside the city. The local doctors in the rural world have always scared me. But, they agreed to see me that day. I was pleasantly surprised. Young Doc, who told me that my pain was likely coming from my hip (even though it did not hurt). Told me the answer was to shoot up the aggravated knee with medication and then come back on Friday and have the same thing done to my hip. It worked! However, now, I can add hip arthritits and all the goodies that come with that to my crappy resume. I also now keep crutches by the door of the bedroom in case it happens again. This is one of the many reasons I am half crazy. What lovely thing will I wake up with tomorrow? If this is getting old, I have a strong understanding of why people fight it.
Fun is needed. Going on a mini-retreat in Amish country in Ohio, with my quilting partner in crime Lynn and maybe one other person (hopefully Sharon comes because she seems like she would be fun). We are staying at a historic hotel. Not only is it a retreat center, but they have ghost hunts. LOL. It is has Victorian Era Decor and past presidents have stayed there (Grover Cleveland). Hotel Millersburg is in the heart of Ohio Amish Country (AKA lots of quilt shops). Photos to come….
So, I am collecting up my projects that I will work on and looking forward to the great escape.
I hope everyone has a Quilting Godmother. Let me tell you about mine. She is the most wonderful thoughtful person. She sends me so many things. The picture above is only a small portion of what she recently sent me. There were two large boxes stuffed to the gills. I separated the fat quarters into groups and made my own fat quarter packs. There is also a bunch of solids which I already have a project for. There was also a Thanksgiving panel, that I will make for my front door,
What do I love best about my Quilting Godmother?
She is truly a great friend. All the wonderful things aside, I am so happy and grateful to have a friend that passes no judgement on anything. We have great conversations about politics, life. She has been an awesome shoulder to lean on when I needed one. Then there is the fact that she is an awesome quilter. Please visit this wonderful lady’s blog. I have met some awesome people that are quilters!
An Interesting Photo
My cousin sent me this photo few weeks ago. The woman in the front is my grandmother. She has been gone for about 40 years. The man in the back left was my grandfather. I never got the chance to meet him. After my mother came to the US with my Dad, her and my grandmother took turns visiting each other. The first time that my grandfather visited my mother in the US, he died, at our house. I think he came and saw that his daughter was living a good life and that meant he could go. At least that is what I would like to think. The lady in the middle at the back is actually my mother. To her right is her cousin and then my Uncle. Sad, but all of these people are gone. I would guess my mother was 19 or 20, but just a guess. I love these old photo’s.
The Uncle Donald Quilt goes to the Ohio History Museum, along with my grandmother’s.
What? Holy Cow.
Several weeks ago, a lady form the Ohio History Museum spoke
at our guild meeting. She talked about
quilts up to about 1950. I was not
looking forward to this speaker, but it turned out that she was very knowledgeable
about quilting and historical quilts. In
her presentation, she showed many lovely old quilts. She explained that most of their quilts were
donated and cam with the history attached to them.
When it was question time, I asked if they had any early
quilts that were made by men. She told
me no they had never came across anything like that. Once she was done speaking I showed her a
photo of Uncle Donald’s quilt. Right
away she asked me if I would consider donating it. I would. SO, she asked me to send her an email with
any information I had.
That was easy. I knew
Uncle Donald, and he was one of my favorite people. After he died I continued to visit Aunt Helen
a couple for times a year. We would go
to lunch and talk about all sorts of things.
I often took her something I made when I visited. Once time when I was there she gave me the
“Uncle Donald Quilt”.
I had no idea if he was illiterate. My dad thought he was a pretty smart man, and
I image her was, even if he was not educated.
I know my grandmother was, she was actually a school teacher at one
point in her life, but boys became valuable farm hands and were often not
educated past the 8th grade.
Uncle Donald had 8 sisters (one of them being my grandmother). Since he was the youngest, he wound up
joining in on the quilting. He made his
own quilt. Aunt Helen thought I should
have it, since he was my family.
So I had all the provenance and sent her the information I
knew. She emailed me back information
about my family after she researched them.
I had guessed the quilt was from about 1920, but was unsure. I knew when my grandmother was born, but did
not know that until Donald was born in 1907.
She thought that 1920 was pretty close because the 1920 census had
listed him as an illiterate farmer. He
would have been 13 then and become a valuable farm worker and likely not had
time for quilting after that.
So, my Uncle Donald Quilt will be part of the Ohio History
Museum’s quilt collection, along with one of my grandmother’s. Uncle Donald’s quilt will be the only one
made by a man in the collection.
It feels very good to know that items from my family will be
forever saved as part of a historical collection.
It takes about a year for things to be officially added to
the collection along with filling out paperwork, but I am thrilled it will be
For my One Monthly Goal, I am going to quilt and bind this baby quilt. I have made this quilt for Kevin’s (man-friend) sister who’s pregnant. I kind of did my own thing. I really liked the center baby pin fabric, so I did not want to cut it up too much. I plan to use my heart ruler for this one. Not sure of thread color, but it will likely be something multi colored.
Kellie, another story…
You may have seen this photo before. But I need it to tell my Kellie story. This is my late husband Derrick and Kellie. We were in Las Vegas together because Derrick was in a Pool tournament.
So, when I married Derrick, Kellie was the only one in my family that did not have something negative to say about it. Whether she liked it or not, she kept it to herself. She was always kind to Derrick, which is more than I could say about anyone else in my family. Yes, I met/knew him in an odd unconventional way, and yes he was younger than me. But when my first husband took his own life and left me with 2 kids, he was the only one that stepped into a really ugly, messy situation and was willing to do whatever was needed. He was coming to town to visit his sister for the holidays. He asked if he could stop by to check on me.
He never left. He did not feel like he could. Things just went from there. I know Kellie and her husband, Matt, talked about it. He told me when we were sitting in the hospital by Kellie’s side. They decided if he made me happy (which he did) that was good enough for them. This is just one of the many many reasons I can’t imagine life without her. She stood by me, always.
The 70,237 project was started by Jeanne Hewell-Chambers. I encourage you to go to her site and read about this project. Below is an excerpt (italics). When you go to her site and look around you will see people all across the world participating. You will see that these quilts get shown all across the world. Just glance through all the blog posts.
For some reason with all the craziness going on in our world today, this project struck me as something I needed to do. Being that quilters are some of the most generous people I know, I wanted to share in case there might be even one more person out there who would like to participate. On October 14th (see Global Block day Below), Haley and I will make a few more blocks and send them in.
They are having A #GLOBALBLOCKDAY on October 14th. The last blog post I read had between 20k and 30k completed. There is still a lot to be done.
It won’t take much of your time. I made the 5 above in less than about 45 minutes from scraps.
We (The 70,237 project) are gathering 70,273 blocks of fabric, marked with two red crosses to commemorate the number of physically and mentally disabled men, women and children who were murdered between January 1940 and August 1941 in the Aktion T4 Programme – a largely unrecognized atrocity.
The two red crosses represent the marks made by the assessing Doctors as to whether the person was deemed ‘unfit’ or an economic burden on Nazi society. It is such a simple symbol, and in this project, the simplicity with which someone could sign someone’s life away is turned into a symbol of love and strength. The white fabric represents the medical records – the only information assessing physicians used in making their life-and-death determinations. Seeing the crosses stitched together sends a powerful message of tolerance, community and love. Its impact comes from the huge variety of these two red marks – each beautiful in their own perfectly imperfect way. The blocks will be stitched into quilts and wall hangings and will be displayed in Rochester, Lincoln and Durham Cathedrals during January 2018, to mark National Holocaust Memorial Day. After that, these quilts will join others made around the world to appear in exhibits near and far.
In July, the quilt guild is having a garage sale for quilting fabric/items. I was going through some boxes looking for things I could part with (more like make room for more) and came across this embroidered item.
Right away it brought tears to my eyes. I made this from a kit that Oma sent me from Germany. She knew I was crafty and often sent me something she knew I would like to do. She also sent me a piece of silverware for my collection. I so remember looking at that silver fork and looking at my mother wondering why I always got silverware from her on my birthday and at the holidays (along with the crafty items). My mother would always tell me that I will appreciate it later. While I hated getting utensils as a present when I was a kid, Mom was right. I certainly do appreciate it now. I have an entire set of silver for 12. It is something I truly cherish. Every holiday I think of her and my mother when I get it out.
Since Oma died when I was in my late teens, I imagine this piece is pretty old. Maybe 40 years or close to it. Once I ironed it, it was perfect. Originally I think it was made to hang on your front door. I may still do that, but not until I add something quilty. I am thinking it needs to be colorful, hot pinks, oranges, lime greens. Not sure of design yet, but I may keep it simple so not to take away from the embroidery and Oma’s memory.
Tomorrow I am going to a quilt in. Yeah. Can’t wait to spend the day with my friend Lynn doing what we love.
Monnie was my grandmother. She was one of my favorite people. She taught me how to sew. They lived in Dearborn Michigan and we went to visit them a lot. I loved going there. They had a wonderful house (that I still dream about to this day) and always had everything a kid could want (mostly candy and a fridge full of Pop).
Monnie used to get fabric samples from Blair’s Clothing. They were little swatches maybe 1” x 2” to try and get you to buy their clothes. She saved them for me. I would sit at her sewing machine and sew all these little pieces of fabric together in one big long strip. I think this might have been the beginning of my quilting habit, even though I didn’t realize it.
Monnie was an excellent seamstress. When I went to Kindergarten, she made all my clothes. I remember when her and Grandad brought them down to our house and I had to try them all on. Funny, I remember not wanting to. I wish I had some of those clothes today. They would mean so much. But, I will have to settle for one of her quilts.
When I look at this quilt, I am not often sure what I am looking at. Sometimes I see Cubes, sometimes I see stars in the design. This was a quilt that was used every day. It was used at her house and then somehow wound up at our house and my mother used it. I have several of Monnie’s quilts. Monnie was Uncle Donald’s sister(See my post about Uncle Donald’s quilt) , so quilting is a family thing.
Funny thing, about many of Monnie’s quilts was that a piece of a sheet was sewn across the bottom, so you could tuck it in at the base of the bed. I am pretty sure that this was the cause of my sheet tucking obsession. I must have the sheets tucked in at the bottom. I can’t stand if a foot comes out. Maybe this is a family thing too.
I love the quilt. I find it beautiful, but mostly because she made it. I hold her responsible for my quilting/sewing obsession. Thank you Monnie. I miss you dearly.
My mother was from Germany. She had some dear friends that owned a furniture store. They gave my mother several of these beautiful needlepoints.
If I remember correctly, they were made by women in the Black Forest. I can’t imagine the amount of time that it took to make such a piece. It is about 24” x 36”. The face and hands are done in petit point, which is so tiny. But, it shows such detail.
This beautiful piece hangs in my dining room. My research tells me that this is made from a painting titled “Young Girl Reading”. Originally it was done as an oil painting on canvas by Jean-Honore Gragonard. It currently hangs at the National Gallery of Art. It was believed to be painted in 1776. It is one of the many treasured items I have from my mother.
My mother brought back several of these needlepoints. I believe each of my three sisters have one or two. I have many beautiful items from Germany. I am sure you will get a chance to see them along the way.