Archive for January, 2009

Mail Brings Gift – Embroidered Antique Huck Towel

Sunday, January 18th, 2009

Kathering Van Wettering huck towel

The mail often brings something interesting and recently, I was sent an antique huck towel that is embroidered in a most charming way. I have never seen one with such elaborate, crocheted edges, and pink roses within each scallop on the bottom side. In addition, there is a lovely yellow basket that is embroidered and holds additional flowers. This towel was made by Katherine Van Wettering, who was always called “Kitty.” She was born in 1912, and grew up in Jersey City, NJ. She died about thirty years ago, according to Carol Grace, her daughter. Carol believes that this work may have been done in the 1930s or 1940s. She was concerned about the yellowing on it.

At first inspection, my guess was that the yellow was a stain caused from being exposed to an untreated wood surface in a drawer, probably for many years. As you can see, the stain is not “all over” or even. Here is what the piece looks like, after I soaked it in All Free & Clear for a day and a half. It is a delicate-looking towel, and was beautiful, I am sure, when it was first rendered.

I did not dare soak it for much longer that I did, as I did not want to weaken the fibers. All Free & Clear is a product that is desirable because it contains both anionic and non-ionic surfactants, as does Ivory liquid soap, which would have been my other choice for a cleaner, mixed with a little bit of dissolved Orvus paste. A lot of the stain leached out and turned the water a bit yellow. I used a Color Catcher to absorb any excess color in the water. The white got grimey and picked up some yellow colorant, but the yellow embroidery stitches remained a constant color, before and after washing (very light). I want to thank Carol for the chance to see this item and try to improve it a bit.

The use of huck towels was very popular in earlier times. Some of them were embroidered in the manner of Swedish huck towels. A friend of mine who passed away at the age of 90, had given me a pile of huck towels that had belonged to her father-in-law’s medical practice. In those days, paper towels were not in general use. She thought I might want to practice Swedish huckweaving. The closest I have come to that is to make a Swedish huckweaving design on monk’s cloth to create an afghan.

Where would we be without our needlework friends to share our passion and encourage each other?

Best wishes and have fun this weekend!

Patricia Cummings

Events: What Do We Really Know?

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

Only with the passage of time can we, as individuals, begin to know and to understand events that happen in our lifetime, sometimes, long after the perpetrators of those happenings are dead. Who knew the details of Vietnam, as it was happening? or Watergate? or the Cuban Missile Crisis? I am sure that I had no understanding. The only reality for me was the number of young men coming home in body bags or maimed, mentally or physically from Vietnam because those men were little older than I. The same is true of the current war situation. I understand the decisions made about entering Iraq and Afghanistan, only partially.

I was disturbed the other night by the going away speech of the current president. I believe him to be a good and sincere man. I also do not agree with his policies and am glad that someone else will have a stab at establishing priorities for this country. In his speech, he intimated that we must always be involved in wars, in other countries, in order to insure our own freedom. It is hard to know if that is what he truly meant, by his words, or if that was just my own interpretation of them. To me, the statement, if I took it correctly, means that we must continually have a war going on, somewhere, where we are sending our young men into harm’s way, so that the rich old men of this country, and others, can have their peaceful existence. There seems to be something morally wrong with that picture and ongoing expectation.

The financial situation is another ball of wax, with all these bailouts. How did this all develop? Didn’t anyone see the problem coming? If so, why didn’t the general public, Joe and Jane, know that their homes would suddenly drop in value, and that their life savings they’d invested, in what turned out to be bogus companies, were at risk? Why is it that the financial insiders can get away with murder, while the guy in the factory has no idea the ax is going to put to his job?

The Great American Dream has been to have two children: one boy, one girl; have two cars in the garage; live in Suburbia; and for both adult members of the family to have a career. Today, what we find are colleges that are diploma mills where any idiot can sit through classes that mommy and daddy are paying for, but not do the necessary work required, and then, when the person receives a poor grade, the student and parents both whine that the kid should have gotten an “A.” We are producing a society of a bunch of ninnies that skate by, with an attitude of “good enough,” but they are actually sub-par in all they do, even if and when those bought pieces of paper that say they are college graduates are attained. Colleges and universities are expensive, and student loan debt is through the roof. Credit card companies lure college kids into getting into debt early, and staying there for the next 40 years, paying minimum balances, while interest rates jump to astronomical highs. It is a fool’s game.

This country is a mess, and everyone is walking around, scratching their heads, and wondering why. Don’t pass the ball. Success or failure begins and ends with every citizen of this country, and attitudes of “entitlement” are getting us nowhere. My wish is that America would step up to the plate and demand better leadership from those we elect. Politics will always be politics and unfortunately, politics usually entail a little bit of crookedness. It goes with the territory. Just look at the recent incident in Illinois and you need look no further. There is a lot of malfeasance in office, from soliciting page boys for secret pleasures, to trying to fix elections, and more, and all of it is sickening with a capital “S.”

I long for a time when I felt more secure, living in this great country: this melting pot of ethnicity. Crime is rampant. A relative of mine went for a walk and was gone for twenty minutes this week, and came home to a burglarized home and a stolen purse. “Gangs” have moved into their neighborhood.

With great anticipation, I am looking forward to the leadership of Barack Obama. He has a lot of obstacles to face, but I don’t think that his race is one of them. His vision for a better America has already transcended that issue. Next week, when he takes office, it will be a milestone with many facets, not the least of which is the feeling in the air that circumstances will improve, and that the ordinary American will be able to overcome financial reversals. I just hope that young people sit up and take notice and realize that President-Elect Obama and his wife have risen to the highest pinnacle of success, as leaders in the White House, because they are decent people who paid attention and who were great students. When I look at the example they set, I am proud to be an American.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications and Virtual Museum

Quilt Care Audio File (mp3) Added to Our Website

Friday, January 16th, 2009

This morning, I have recorded an informal chat about quilts: their care, display and storage. I hope you enjoy it.

Quilt Care Audio File by Pat Cummings

Patricia Cummings

Counting Blessings, One by One

Friday, January 16th, 2009

The following are the blessings that I am counting today:

This morning, I felt very grateful when I looked at the temperature outside and saw that it was minus 21 Fahrenheit, but that I did not have to go anywhere, until I change my mind.

Walking through the living room, I saw that my Amaryllis plant is showing some red color and is on its way to flowering.

Entering the kitchen, I sat down to a piece of homemade pumpkin pie made by a loving husband. Pie for breakfast is a New England tradition that we like.

Looking out the window, there was a downy-headed woodpecker, eating suet at the feeder.

Yesterday, we saw the deer again, nibbling our Arborvitae, a bush whose greenery they love.

A relative with whom I’d lost contact for years, as she’d been living in two other countries, was in touch this week. It was very fun to chat.

I am working on yet another article for The Quilter magazine, and have one that is ready for me to look at, today, for a final view, before pages ship to the printer.

Readers of Quilter’s Muse Publications continue to write, ask questions, and share poems, photos, and information. Thank you!

I do not live in Israel, Afghanistan, or any other hot spot in the world, where I could be annihilated, at a moment’s notice.

Many members of my family are wonderful people, of great intelligence, and many accomplishments; folks who make a difference in others’ lives.

Today, I am happy for serenity, freedom, a warm house, and no worries. The close friends I have, remain close.

Those are my thoughts on Gratitude for today. Someone once said that if you live long enough, life will break your heart. Life certainly changes us, and sometimes heartbreak is the necessary component of having loved … someone or something. The key to happiness is gratitude, a good habit to develop. I hope you’ll take the time to think about your blessings, today, and to remind yourself, you might like to write them down.

Have a happy day!

Patricia Cummings, Quilter’s Muse Publications

Music of the 1960s/early 1970s

Friday, January 16th, 2009

Tonight, I am just reminiscing about the music that I heard emanating from university dorm rooms in the 1960s/early 1970s. Carole King was a big hit at the time, and I remember that someone had a Beatles record and had been told that if they played it backwards, there would be a hidden message revealed about someone getting killed. I never did hear the upshot on that rumor, nor did I figure out how anyone could play a record backwards. Of course, probably most “kids” today have never even seen a black vinyl record that fits into a machine to be played. How archaic! I’m really giving away my age.

I recall that Joan Baez and Bob Dylan were popular. For more hard core rockers, like my brother, Steve, there was Dave van Ronk and Leadbelly. I wonder if Dave is still above ground. I haven’t heard anything about him or his music, in a long time. I remember going down to Brandeis University, with a friend of mine, to hear a Judy Collins concert. She sang so beautifully! “Send in the Clowns.”

James Taylor was always a favorite of mine. I used to sing his song, “Sweet Baby James,” while rocking my own “Sweet Baby James,” in California. Only recently did I learn that James Taylor’s nephew was named, “James” because of him, as a tribute. My James was named for an Irish ancestor named James, and has a middle name of Patrick, named after another Irishman in the family, named “Patrick.” Names are funny that way. People are named for other people, as if they can’t just have their own name. Of course, in the 1950s, people were more apt to be named for saints, at least in my religion of upbringing. Technically, my patron saint is St. Patrick, since there is no St. Patricia. I know that I won’t personally close the gender gap on that issue!

I am straining my brain to think of what other music was popular during college days. Of course, the music faculty at the university would perform their concerts, which were always fun. I particularly enjoyed a piano concert by Dr. Steele. He played “Clair de Lune” and other classical tunes that I enjoyed. There was a reception, after the concert, and in going through the line, I thanked him and congratulated him. Apparently, that was not the thing to do. He asked me who I thought I was. Why, I was not even a music major and he’d never seen me before, and who was I to judge the quality of his playing … and … yes, I was sorry I had said anything to him. Some people are so touchy. I felt very awkward – one of those strange moments one does not forget. Now, he is busy “de-composing.” Sorry, that’s an old joke and perhaps not as funny as when I first heard it.

What I remember the most about voices, in that time period, is the role call of the names of those who died in Vietnam. One name right after the other. Students took turns at this candlelight vigil, naming names, in front of Thompson Hall.

The other voice I hear, in my mind, from the early 1970s is Elton John. It’s funny, whenever I see any of these performers I have mentioned, on television, now, I am amazed that they have aged. I don’t know why. I guess I have a certain image of all of them, in my head, and yet, they were older than me when I first knew of them, and for heaven’s sake, I am a grandmother! Nonetheless, their music is timeless, and music outlives all of us because it is written down, and it is recorded.

I like to take these kinds of little journeys into the past, every now and then. As you can see, good memories mix with something-to-be-desired memories. People are people. They are funny, smart, entertaining, stupid (or to be nice, “challenged”). They are insightful … or haven’t a clue, they are self-seeking, they are humble, they are knowledgeable or have much to learn. People are affectionate, aloof, disinterested, self-absorbed, or have a devil-may-care attitude. They are your best friend, your worst enemy, or your estranged relative. We are all here for a reason and we never know how, or if, we impact each other, but since none of us live in a vacuum, it is hard not to have some effect on others. People are religious or cynical; and they can be generous or mean-spirited. We are, above all, human. Music transcends our humanity and lifts us for a moment to another realm of personal expression and joy. When one is singing, it is easy to forget the pettiness of people, and just concentrate on the words and the notes. I love music and it’s so much fun to think of the popular music of my college years, especially the songs I learned in Spain, many of which are can be found on our website.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Solitude

Friday, January 16th, 2009

Solitude

New Poem sent to us by Barbara A. Beyer of Eustis, FL

Thursday, January 15th, 2009

Good afternoon: I just finished visiting your web page and so enjoyed the different comments and input.

I would love to add my little poem to the others…that is, if you don’t mind.

God Bless you.

china doll in pieces

Sometimes, we begin to fall to pieces, just like this little doll. It is good to know that our faith can help to make us whole again. Small China head doll in the collection of Patricia Cummings. Photo by James Cummings

Barbara’s Poem:

HEAVEN’S QUILT

Pieces of my life are lying there,

Some torn to shreds while others suffer wear.

Scattered by the changes, across the fields of time…

Designs and colors differ;

…Making them uniquely mine.

Then Jesus came… picking up the best;

Sewing them together, discarding all the rest.

A new life pieced together with golden threads of love;

…A new quilt of comfort designed by God above.

Comfort me…come Holy Spirit breathe within.

Wash with your love…make me whole again.

All the glory and the praise belong to Thee…

Wrap me in your love and comfort, Holy Trinity.

written by Barbara A. Beyer (c) 1995

Tattered quilt
Tattered quilt block, collection of Patricia Cummings, photo by James Cummings.

When we are worn down by the world, Lord, and lay in tatters, lift us up again.

Thanks for sending your heartfelt poem, Barbara.

Patricia Cummings, Quilter’s Muse Publications

Why Handmade Quilts are Important

Wednesday, January 14th, 2009

To quilters, it is obvious why handmade quilts are important. They are the product of creative vision and of our diligent work. They cannot be bought, unless we decide to sell them. They express our thoughts and feelings, and our mood at the time of choosing the fabrics and design. Quilts are a testimony to our abilities to follow through and see a project to its completion. When that last stitch is put into a quilt, it is sort of like saying good-bye to an old friend, for if we have been sewing the quilt, one or two stitches at a time, we have become intimately-connected with its surface.

We always leave a quilt to go onto the next one, knowing that it will be better just because … it will be. Every quilt we make has something to teach us. The lessons vary and sometimes, we do not even comprehend all of them until long after the quilt was made, if ever.

Asking a quilter to put a price on his or her work is like asking a mother how much money she will take for her baby. There is no real answer. Some quilters make quilts with the idea of marketing them, and that is a different story altogether. I doubt that they allow themselves to become as emotionally-attached to their work as the grandmother who is making a quilt for her first grandchild, or the niece who is making a quilt for her terminally-ill uncle.

There are times when quilters make quilts, knowing that it is ok to think that the quilt may be “used up” and possibly discarded. Utilitarian quilts will always be present. Other times, quilters want our work to outlast us, and perhaps be passed down to other generations. We can never, however, expect the recipients of our quilts to treasure them as much as we do. Quilts are like a beautifully-groomed garden of flowers that a gardener has taken the time to prepare, plan, plant, fertilize, and weed. We can imagine the work that went into such a creation, but then again, since we did not actually DO the work, we have no idea of what was involved, or what the work meant to its creator.

Handmade quilts can be tangible reminders of our ancestors, if we are lucky enough to still have their textiles. I was not that lucky. Although I know that there was at least one quilt, in the family, it never made it down through the years. It is recalled only in a couple of photos: a quilt with “Flying Geese.” The black and white photo does not even offer up the quilt’s colors.

Some unknowing people call quilts, “blankets.” Quilts can be bed coverings, but are not necessarily something with which to keep warm. Many quilters make small wall hangings or large wall, art quilts. I don’t think that people generally hang blankets on their walls, unless they are some special kind of tribal weaving of bright colors and graphic design. Every day that I am a quilter, I am thankful to the person who first instituted the idea that quilts could and should be viewed vertically, at times.

Viewed as “ART,” quilts have more of a chance of survival than as something for the dog to take a nap on, or the cat to scratch and leave his fleas on. Now, I realize that some people make quilts specifically for their pets. Hey, whatever crumbles your cookie! I just believe that some individuals who have been entrusted with the care of quilts inadvertently violate a sacred bond between quilt giver and quilt recipient when they neglect to care for the quilt in a proper manner.

Quilts are special commodities, made with love, and shared from the heart. I am glad that my quilts, large or small, reside in the homes of friends and families, around the world.

Patricia Cummings, Quilter’s Muse Publications

Rubia: An Effort to Aid Literacy in Afghanistan

Monday, January 12th, 2009

Afghan peacock pillow

Above is a photo taken by James Cummings: a pillow made with all natural fibers that originate in Afghanistan. The peacock pillow was created by a member of the Rubia organization, a group that raises money through the sale of Afghan-made embroideries. They are sold in Kabul and in the United States. Rachel Lehr, an American woman who is fluent in all of the dialects spoken in that far away country, has been instrumental in working with Afghan women in their attempt at a better life via literacy for themselves and their children. Travel is not safe in that country, yet Rachel has visited there on numerous occasions, under the shield of a burqa.

Several years ago, we had a chance to hear a talk by Hafiza Malikbaba, translated by Rachel Lehr. This resulted in a magazine article for The Quilter, and the following file that is presently on our website: http://www.quiltersmuse.com/afghanistan_embroideries.htm

To see updates on current Rubia activities, please access their current newsletter at: http://www.rubiahandwork.org/newsletter.html

Their annual calendar is now available. The calendar features the poetry of the women of Afghanistan. “They are songs of nature and earth, life and death, love and war.” See: www.rubiahandwork.org/calendar.html

This is a worthy cause.

Patricia Cummings

Spoonflower Company Allows you to Design and Print your Own Fabric

Sunday, January 11th, 2009

This past week, I was sent information about Spoonflower, a company that allows you to print and design your own fabric. A new video provides the details about how this is accomplished, step by step. High quality Moda cloth is used for the printing, and turn around time is about five days, according to a representative of the online company. This is a revolutionary new concept that will provide many opportunities for making works of quilting “your own.” To learn more about this exciting discovery, that was written about in the New York Times, please see the following link:

http://blog.spoonflower.com/2009/01/spoonflower-in-the-nyt-a-brief-overview.html

Thanks to Mindy Fitterman of Minka’s Studio for bringing this topic to our attention. She designed a fabric called, “Plein Air with Joan.”

Patricia Cummings