Archive for May, 2007

Antique Quilt Speaks of Simplicity

Thursday, May 17th, 2007

We took few photos of quilts in Chester, VT, mainly because we were having so much fun just looking at them! Here is a photo of one that I liked. I believe that the handwritten tag, that was attached to it with a safety pin, said that it had been made by her great-grandmother. I have no other information.


The quilt has simple construction. You’ll notice that each block is composed of four corner sections, each of which is a half-square triangle section with a total of three square flanking it on two sides. Four strips and a center square make up the entire block. The quilt is tied.

Thought you might enjoy seeing this one, too.

Pat

House Fantasies

Wednesday, May 16th, 2007

Some people want to live in a ranch style home. Others think that Old Colonials, drafty as they can be, are the cat’s meow. Some people like the idea of Log Cabin houses. Still others dream of their own, brand new Country Home, that is expansive and has a fireplace and braided rugs and a special L.L. Bean dog cushion for their Labrador puppy.

Truth is, we always want something we don’t have. I’ll share my house fantasies with you. My number 1 choice would be to take an old barn or former church that has high ceilings, plenty big enough for hanging quilts. I’d need a kitchen and a place to sleep and the rest of the area would be devoted to quilting, and maybe even some classroom space, or exhibition space.

My second fantasy is a one-room schoolhouse. Many of those have been bought up and converted to other uses, but I’d love to find one that needs repair and updating. Although it would not fit all my “stuff,” it is a nice thing to ponder.

I find that the size of my house is dictating the size quilts I make. Each room is relatively small and has relatively low ceilings because the house was built in 1821 and people, in general, were much smaller then.

Often, I make doll bed size quilts, or miniatures, or wall quilts. I’ve pretty much given up on bed quilts, considering them to be too much work and too much worry and maintenance. I’ll stick to the small, intricate, and involved, if you please.

The idea of a Log Cabin house with cathedral ceilings, especially one located in the Rockies or in Kentucky is appealing, indeed. Oh, well, we can always dream, but when it comes to housing, we often can’t envision anything else beyond our present circumstances. Still and all, I do like to look through magazines and catalogs and see what an idealized habitat looks like, one that is spotlessly clean, well-decorated at all times, and has no clutter in sight.

We are nothing, if we are not dreamers.

Pat

Busy as Beavers

Tuesday, May 15th, 2007

Are you familiar with beavers? Humans often compare themselves to them. Beavers are dedicated to their cause of building dams to make homes to raise their young and to provide safe haven. Beavers are busy, gnawing down saplings with their sharp teeth and dragging the branches into the water, to do their work.

Only once have I personally laid eyes on a beaver. In fact, the animal was walking across my backyard, and at first, I mistook it for a large woodchuck, that is, until I saw its broad tail. I suppose that the flat, hairless, appendage is good for slapping mud between pieces of wood to help hold them together. Correct me if that guess if wrong. I’m no expert in wildlife, although wild animals have held a fascination for me, since childhood.

Yes, busy as beavers we all seem to be, torn between work and more work, things to do, things that can wait a little while longer, and things that are pressing. Use of time is always a trade-off. If we do “this,” then often, we don’t have the time, or the money, to do “that.”

Well, this week we have some new and unexpected delights at Quilter’s Muse. Bob Rotruck, a retired Navy man, has sent us some very lovely poetry that he wrote. One of the three poems, “The Quilt,” is located on the main Poetry page, and the other two are located on “Poetry page 2.” I hope that you take the time to enjoy them.

In other news, I have set up the rudimentary beginnings of a yahoo list for people who are interested in Outline Stitch Embroidery, in all of its manifestations. Please consider joining us.

In addition, I have posted a new (antique) Bluework pattern to the Free Patterns page, and a new (antique) line drawing for Outline Stitch Embroidery to the front page of the website.

Today, I will be washing some fabrics and pressing them so that I can begin to re-create the “Scenes of Childhood” quilt that is presently in the collection of the Shelburne Museum. I’ll be working from a pattern prepared by Froncie Quinn.

Wherever you are today, and whatever you are doing, I hope that you will count your blessings, and whether you choose to do “this” or “that,” I hope that you will stay as “busy as a beaver.” As the Shakers says, “Hands to Work, Hearts to God.”

As always,

Pat

Spring on the Prairie

Sunday, May 13th, 2007

Today, a dear friend sent me a photo of a baby Robin near her home on the prairie in Nevada. Here’s the picture. He was so good to stay still!

photo taken by Patti Ives

She tells me that the Meadowlarks, her favorite birds, are back, too, and they are enchanting, “talking” to each other, during evening hours. We’re so glad that spring has reached the prairie, but notice: the tree has no leaves yet!

Pat

Pillow Shams for Mother during Time of War

Sunday, May 13th, 2007

This being Mother’s Day, I decided to post a “Mother” pillow sham, close-up shot. The words say, “All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my Angel Mother.” This type of pillow was sent home during WWII.

Whether or not you are a mother, I hope that you have enjoyed a happy Sunday. I rearranged the front page of the website a bit, adding to it and subtracting from it. I also pulled a few weeds until my allergies got the better of me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear a dish of ice cream calling my name. :)

Pat

Happy Mother’s Day

Sunday, May 13th, 2007

To all of you who are mothers, Happy Mother’s Day tomorrow!

The mother-child relationship is one that is often discussed, analyzed, and sometimes, endured. If you have a dear, sainted mother, you are very lucky, indeed. The ideal mother makes your favorite cookies, mends your clothes, sees that you get your childhood shots, and oversees your well-being. That level of caring continues through life, until Mother is old and needs YOU to take care of her.

Most women, that I know, do not, or perhaps did not, have an easy time in trying to relate to their mothers.

The other side of the coin is having a mother who is neurotic, self-centered, demanding, and who attempts to lay a guilt trip at the door of her child, at every turn.

Then, of course, there are mothers who have mixed qualities, making them kind of a Jekyll and Hyde type of personality. With this type of woman, one never knows what to expect. She may be happy, or tragically and sadly despondent. She may be reasonable, or she may be exceedingly hateful. She may overwhelm you with her generosity, or she may demean you because you have not met the mark, in her expectations of what you should do for her.

No matter what kind of mother you might have, if you are like the rest of us, you will try to make the most of what God has given you. No matter how you slice the pie of life, you have only one mother. She may die before you do. Everyone knows that the act of dying automatically enrolls one in sainthood status. Alternatively, she may live a very long time, against all odds, making the family wonder how she can continue to be supported, financially.

On Mother’s Day, we honor mothers, or their memory. I can think of a wide range of adjectives for my late mother, some complimentary and others critical. I have come to realize that no one is perfect, and I, too, have my faults. They seem to be increasing with maternal aging. In fact, I have to keep a check on my own behavior so that I don’t repeat the actions that I did not like in my mother.

Being a mother is more difficult than becoming a mother. It is a lifelong commitment to love and to cherish our children, no matter what happens or what silly mistakes they might make. With any relationship, love is truly about forgiving. We must forgive ourselves and love ourselves before we can love others. If you think about it, that is not a statement with selfish intent and makes a lot of sense.

Tomorrow, I urge you to honor your mother, in any way that you can. If she is not here, think of the good times, just the good times you had together. The most we can hope to do is to reap the respect and love of our own children, grandchildren, and, with any luck, great grandchildren. Try to be the best Mom you can be, and you will feel blessed.

Enjoy the day!
Pat

Quilts are Alive and Well in Chester, Vermont

Friday, May 11th, 2007

Today, we arose early and hit the road, heading for Chester, Vermont, the site of a town wide quilt event. Folks in the downtown area had colorful quilts hanging from their porches, and one, old wool quilt was draped between the two front doors, the outer one being glass. There were five buildings in which one could view quilts, both antique and newly-made ones. The town goes “all out” for this event that is spearheaded by Suzanne Ashe, the owner of Country Treasures, a gift and quilt shop right on the main street where all of this activity was happening.

Antique quilt in Chester Vt.

This lovely, old, Federal style home features two quilts, as you can see.
photo by James Cummings, Chester, VT, May 11, 2007

Suzanne’s shop looks small from the outside, but don’t let that impression delude you. The connecting rooms, loaded with fabrics, books, fat quarters, and quilting supplies of all kinds, seems to go on forever.
We were very lucky to have been able to hear a most enjoyable mini-talk/demonstration by Froncie Quinn, who is just back from Quilt Market where she was promoting her new line of reproduction fabrics. Froncie is licensed by a number of museums to create quilt patterns for antique quilts in their collections.

Other points of interest in Chester are the old cemetery, a Civil War statue, the old homes, several bookstores, and the lovely, little restaurant where we had lunch. We had run into rain showers on the way up, but once we were in Chester, the sun shone steadily all day, and in fact, the temperatures got a little too warm (for the way I was dressed), in the afternoon.

All proceeds of the quilt show this year will be given to the family of a local woman, Helen Furrer, who recently died of cancer at the age of 49. There is a special exhibit of her quilts in one building. What a lovely legacy of beauty she has left. One can tell that she loved bright colors and wasn’t afraid to use them in her quilts.

These days, we don’t get away much, but I’d have to say that it was really nice to take a break, if only for a part of a day, to enjoy seeing all the spring plants and trees in bloom, and to meet some very friendly Vermont quilters. Quilting is a universally-spoken language and seems to establish an instant rapport.

The show will continue tomorrow and Sunday, so if you have a chance and live within a driving distance, I’d strongly suggest that you enjoy all that is offered in Chester, a town with an antique ambiance and with people who seem to live life as it should be lived, with kindness and with a generous spirit. Thanks to all who made the show possible!

Pat, who has just added photos of piglets and a calf (from the Remick Museum), and an additional quilt photo from Chester, to the front page of our website, Quilter’s Muse Publications.

A Search for Truth and Meaning

Thursday, May 10th, 2007

In this world, it has become so difficult to find people of integrity, folks who will look you straight in the eye and tell the truth. When asked for the truth, people hedge, they mumble, and when pressed, they out and out tell a lie. One does not have to look far to find this behavior.

Someone whom I admire a great deal, my son, recently told me that he sees a lack of ethical standards in today’s world. I can’t agree more. There is also a deficit of role models to exhibit exactly what ethical behavior might be. In colleges and universities, cheating has become more the norm than the exception. Failure to comply with deadlines and/or to do the work expected is another problem. Plagiarism on papers prevails. Things really have gone beyond the act of writing answers to test questions on the palm of one’s hand. Yet, every student, and every parent of that student, expects him/her to be given an “A” for the class.

This is a problem. Young people who get away with not doing their work in school will have a more difficult time succeeding in life. Yes, school should be work, and not just play, and it should be a lesson in preparedness for the “real world.”

I think back to my own experiences as an educator. I could not restrain myself from teaching to the best and the brightest. You know what I mean…there’s always a student who sits in the front row, devours every word the teacher says, asks questions, reads the assignments, and “can’t get enough” of the subject. I naturally gravitate toward that kind of learner.
In my opinion, in the interest of an “equal education for all,” a faulty concept, at best, we have sometimes asked teachers to spend more time on “the ne’er do wells” than on the kids who truly will make a difference, for others, in this life.

Parents are a child’s first role models. Teachers are the second set of adults to set standards and expectations. Beyond that, the keepers of society: the policemen, the city council, the attorneys, the doctors, the politicians…all have a duty to conduct themselves in a way as to be above reproach.

Yet, night after night, there is some lurid report of a public official who has solicited sex with a minor on the internet, or there is a tale told about yet another downright lie or misrepresentation committed by an elected or appointed official. It all amounts to scandal. The slate of candidates who aspire to sit in the Oval Office has many people who are not exactly “lily white,” from a moral standpoint and an exemplary one.

Where there is truth, there is meaning. Only through sincere interactions with others can we begin to bring any meaning to the table of our collective responsibility and our connectedness as human beings.

Personally, I have no patience with morally corrupt people who feel that they must lie, cheat, and steal to make it in this world.

As parents, and as the “older generation,” we should be trying to safeguard the morals of our children and we should help them to choose the right paths. Parents often leave this task up to teachers, and teachers often leave the task up to clerics. The input of everybody is needed when it comes to providing guidance to our young people. They are, after all, the hope of the world.

As Daniel Webster of New Hampshire once said, “There is nothing so powerful as the truth.” One could become despondent in considering the affairs of man. However, in my world, the lilacs are budding up and will soon bloom, the sun is shining, and Spring has finally arrived.

Pat

Moments of Unexpected Delight

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

Today, I was thinking about an afternoon, last November, when Jim spotted a hot air balloon descending into the backyard of a house in our residential neighborhood. Here is a photo:

Hot Air Balloon

This is the apartment building across the street from us. The hot air balloon landed in the yard of a resident that lives on a hill behind the house.

There is something really special about hot air balloons. Don’t they just make your heart sing? They seem so daring, so romantic, so “Around the World in 80 Days!”

Every year, there is a Hot Air Balloon Festival in Pittsfield, NH. For a sum of money, one can go for a ride. It would be fun to even just take photographs of all of the skyward-bound, brightly-colored balloons.

Moments like that balloon sighting are to be savored. They transcend the ordinary, ho-hum, drone-ish routines that can be every day life.

Often, surprise is an element that enhances any regular event. I recall being in a doctor’s waiting room one day, when a doctor’s wife literally “rolled” into the clinic with a vehicle of conveyance that was carrying five babies. I didn’t realize that carriages are made that large!

Receiving unexpected gifts or flowers, or even the gift of someone’s time, are moments to enjoy, and to hang onto, in memory. In the end, time is all we really have, whether we waste it, utilize it, or share it. Enjoy your minutes. No matter how many more minutes are left for you, in the end, I can bet you’ll wish there were more.

Carpe Diem. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may…

Pat

Loons

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

One of the pleasures of living in the “north country,” as we do, is the opportunity to see Loons, those amazing, diving, water birds. They are regular acrobats in the water, but can barely walk, on land, due to the configuration of their bodies and legs.

If you have never heard loons “talking to each other” in the wild, you have missed a treat. Their “voices” cover a range of sounds, that, at times, sound maniacal like old witches…(or “loon-ey?”).

One year, we went camping at the remote reaches of Lake Umbagog near Pittsburg, NH and the Canadian border. Every night, we would be serenaded with the cacophony of sound that passed for the interactions of the loons. There is nothing more quintessentially a sound of the wild than that of loons.

Today, Charlotte Croft has sent us a photo of a loon quilt inspired by the loons that her family has seen at Caspian Lake in Greensboro, Vermont. The following photo is just a close-up, as the quilt is intended for a gift. (You are sworn to secrecy!)

Loon Quilt Close-up

Charlotte has captured the essence of a loon, with its red eye, and black and white feathers, in this quilt, made for “snuggling.”

Speaking of loons, I used print fabric with loons to make curtains for my front door. My brother-in-law’s sister, a former Junior High School Science teacher wrote a book about loons: The Loon: Voice of the Wilderness by Charlene W. Billings (Dodd, Mead, and Co., 1988). Currently, I have on hand a lovely loon wall hanging pattern that could be made, using fusible appliqué. The pattern was created by Marlene Anderson, resident of Alaska.

Being a northerner is something that gets in your blood. I can’t imagine living in any place other than New England. I like having the chance to travel around and see the kind of wildlife sightings and bird sightings that we do. It’s always a thrill to know that nature continues to do its thing, in spite of our becoming more and more citified – (is that a word?)

Peace,

Pat

Added note:  Charlotte Croft wrote to tell us that she did not construct the loon from scratch. It is from a printed panel. Nonetheless, the quilt looks lovely and just proves her skills at fine appliqué.