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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Pulp Fiction

Here’s my fantasy for today:

The paparazzi apologize to the president.
"The tea party made us do it. We were blackmailed."
If the tabloids can do it, why can't I?   I doubt if it will work in a novel, but you never know.  Maybe someday it'll even come true.

Have a happy day,
Elaine









Tuesday, April 12, 2011

If Quilts Could Talk part II


What's in an attic?
Junk?
Or treasure?

A flour sack.
Long ago it carried
Flour - daily bread -
    four cakes,
         seven pies,
             a month's worth of breads, and dumplings,
             and who knows what else.

What's in an attic?
A flour sack -
And -



Qult squares!

The quilt squares were made around 1900, maybe a few years later.  They were to be sewn together into a friendship quilt.  We think they were given to Lela (Leila?)  Dierdorf  (Carlton?).  There are twenty squares in all.   I'm trying to find out more about the people, who made the squares. 

If you know anything about old quilts and have any ideas about how to handle the squares and what to do with them, please comment.

I wonder why Lela didn't make the quilt. 

                                             Elaine

Here are the individual squares:



Dear Lela,

A candle in the window,
A fire in your hearth,
And love in your heart
Say, "welcome" to your home.

                Ethel



     The hours we spend at your quilting frame -
     and our laughter and friendship -
     kept away Iowa's winter gloom.

                           Beulah

Remember Easter morning? 
And the muddy footprints Pepper
and  Fido made chasing the possum
through the kitchen?
We told our kids the Easter Bunny
left them.
Simple, trusting, the kids believed us.

                        Iva


 


                          Where kindness dwells,
                          With love,
                          Where kindness dwells -
                                    God is there.

                                                  Della


Friends forever
and ever.


                Margaret






Your pies were always the best,
The crust flakiest,
The cherries juiciest.
Your quilts were always the best,
Your stitches tiniest,
Your corners perfect.
I am jeallous.
       
                             Jessie


My children called you "Moma two".
And I loved yours like my own.
You held my baby, my little one,
I remember,
And you held my hand,
When Joey passed to God.
        
               Vida




     Through the miles,
     Through the years,
     Best friends forever.

              Pearl





                                             
Every day,
You have been a blessing to me.
I thank God.

           Love,
                      Mother








A mother's love is forever.

        




May this quilt and our friendships
Keep you warm in winter.
          
                    Floy









Jim and I danced at your wedding,
and you danced at ours. 
May we all keep dancing
for a long, long, time.

                      May



May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine gently on your face.
May the rain fall softly on your field.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
                 Effie






Think kindly of me through the years. 

                        Grace









Remember when Lovell let the snake loose at Valley Baptist Church?

                        Ruth








In our gardens, we planted sunflowers, and memories. 
Tall, smiling flowers, and friendships lasting forever.

                         Hazel










You're nearer to God in the garden,
Than any place else on earth.

               Ethel









Remember when Pete and Jessie played hookey from school, and walked two miles up the road before Pete's Pa found them?
They got whopped, and you and I watched through the knothole and didn't get caught.
                                Alice







May your life be full of flowers and music.


                          Margaret







We raised flowers, and children.
We raised the barn and raised the roof.
We raised our glasses in friendship.
We raised cain and laughed.

              Your friend,
                      Audrey

Sunday, April 10, 2011

If Quilts Could Talk




The first thing about quilting you have to know – it’s an act of love.




Making a quilt takes days (at least) and the materials cost as much as buying a finished quilt from Target.  So if someone makes you a quilt treasure it. 

Why would anyone make a quilt instead of buying it?  Because of the love and prayers that go into the quilt along with the stitching. 

In olden days, the actual quilting - sewing the front of the quilt to the back - was done by hand on a frame the size of a kitchen table.  Women would gather around the frame, sew the quilt together and talk about love, death, religion, cooking recipes and anything else on their minds.  An evening of quilting beats a session with a therapist any day.

Often quilts were given on special occasions.  A double wedding ring was the traditional pattern for a wedding gift.
Double Wedding Ring