This holiday season I have been mostly working on projects for donations. You may remember my post on The Giving Store Donation of wrist purses. This is the second and third batch of items that includes 48 microwave bowl holders, approximately 30 lip gloss holders, travel tissue holders, and several more wrist purses. I hope to get a few more items completed after Thanksgiving. Not all will be in the donation boxes as some are designated for others.
When I worked for the city I met a lot of wonderful and giving people who made helping people in their community their project. Some of these people work and volunteer at the local health center. The hours are long and very tiring but many continue to work long after their assigned shifts are over. They patiently help people with not only medical issues but filling out numerous forms for all things to include housing assistance, help finding day care, and locating services that are out of their area of expertise. These are unsung heroes of this little community and will be getting little packages for the holidays.
I know with my limited resources I cannot make a big difference but I can give a few people a little surprise this season and let them know they are appreciated.
Thank you for visiting our little blog today. I would love to borrow/nab your holiday giving ideas for little gifts if you would like to share.
A big thank you to everyone that sent messages, prayers, and good will to Sami and I during Hurricane Irma.
Sami and I evacuated to my son and daughter-in-law’s house south of Atlanta, GA. They were the most gracious hosts and did everything they could for us to relieve the stress. I can never thank them enough for everything they do for us.
After spending four days of prepping our house to ready it for Irma, Sami and I, already exhausted, loaded the car to head for Georgia. The trip that usually takes six hours for me (five hours for anyone else) took somewhere around 11-12 hours with the traffic.
Unfortunately, the storm kept going north and impacted everyone in its path farther north than anyone expected. Lots of people in the Georgia area where we stayed were also without power and experienced high winds and lots of rain. My family only lost tree limbs and a few other minor things.
Sami and I came home not knowing what to expect as the national news programs only reported on the areas that had the most devastation. The trip home was almost as long as going but we had relief knowing the storm was over. Every rest area we stopped had no power and the bathrooms were closed. That wasn’t a problem for Sami but it sure was for me.
I am happy to say, our house received very minimal damage. We lost a few trees, parts of the fence will never be the same, and lots of clean up is needed. BUT, we are so lucky to have been spared and we now have electricity. So many people lost everything. My best friend and his wife lost their house they have lived in for over 35 years and they only live eight miles from me, on the beachside.
I know without all the prayers that were sent our way it would have been a completely different story and I am very grateful. We had a wonderful place to go for protection and we had a house to come home to. Thank you God. Please continue your prayers for everyone affected by this storm. So many people still do not have power here and it is extremely hot, in the 90s. The linemen are working very long days in this heat trying their best to get the electricity back on for everyone.
I have not even walked into my sweat shop and I will probably not until I get the clean up and repairs completed. That area is my happy place and I cannot even think about it right now. I really appreciate all the comments sent our way and I will start my regular posts as soon as possible.
Pat Sloan’s Grandma’s Kitchen Challenge block of the week #6 is called Wash Day. I made the block with the yellow center first and decided it did not have enough contrast so I also made a blue center. I like the blue much better. The yellow just did not look as good sewn together as it did in my head.
Pat’s BOW comes with a story about the memories of Wash Day and here is one of mine:
My great grandparents on my mother’s side raised her after her mother died when she was a baby. Known to everyone as Ma and Pa Neal, they lived in a coal mining community in small house with a creek behind it. My Uncle Bill told everyone that they had running water but is was in the creek behind the house. The wash-house, complete with a wringer washer, big galvanized tub, and heating stove was located between the house and the creek. Water was carried from the creek to the wash house on wash day.
One of my chores while visiting was to carry water from the creek to fill the washer and rinse tub. As you might guess, it was not my favorite job. Wash day always depended on whether the creek was running clear or muddy. Muddy water would mean no wash. One day Ma told me to run down to the creek to see if the water was clear. Uncle Bill was going hunting that day and I wanted to go with him so I told Ma that they must be blasting up at the mines because the water was muddy. I know she knew better because we could hear when the blasts went off but she said that we could wash the next day. All during the hunt I worried about telling Ma a lie and the trouble I would be in if she walked to the creek and found it to be clear. As soon as we got home I ran to Ma and told her I lied about the muddy water. The next day I carried water to water all the tomatoes in the garden in addition to filling the washer and tub. I never told her a lie again.
Thanks for reading more of my memories.
Vintage Tulip Baby Quilt
My ‘copy’ of Tulip Quilt
Back of my Tulip Quilt
Yesterday I told you the story about my vintage tulip quilt from my Aunt Mary. I loved this quilt so much, not only because I think it is beautiful and all the memories that go with it, but because my Aunt Mary made it. I have made many reproductions of this quilt by tracing the tulips to make my own pattern. I made my first grandson, Joey, one like it with a few modifications in 1992.
The second picture is the last tulip quilt I made. It is hand quilted around the tulips as I wanted it to be soft and cuddly. The third picture is the back of my quilt.
I cannot look at Aunt Mary’s quilt without seeing her sitting at her machine in front of the window just sewing the day away. She had an outside building that housed her wringer washer and a small heating stove that she called her wash house. There was a cellar under the shed where she kept her homemade jars of fruits and vegetables. It was yesterday’s version of a ‘she-shed’. 🙂 Hooks were mounted on the shed’s ceiling with ropes attached. The ropes were also attached to her quilting frame and she could pull the frame up to the ceiling to get it out of the way when she wasn’t quilting and lowered when needed. In the winter we started a fire in the stove to warm up the shed and then quilt and/or wash clothes. Aunt Mary would put a big pot of pinto beans on the stove and by supper time we were ready.
I find it funny now when I get tired of moving my junk off my cutting table when I get ready to sew. Just think if I still had to carry water to fill up the washer, start a fire in the stove (after chopping the wood), pull the quilting frame down, and then start quilting. I am blessed.
Thank you for reading my story.
It is with a heavy heart that I post this message today. My wonderful bonus grandchildren’s father passed away this weekend from ALS. He was the most dedicated father I have ever met. Always the first to think up or join in on any fun activity that came along that involved his kids. He would drive in from another state to watch a ball game or attend any school function that involved his kids. They went hiking, mountain climbing, and many other activities as a loving family. It helped that the dad was the biggest ‘kid’ among them.
I was awarded admission into this amazing family group when my son married a sweet lady with two children. They blended well with few, if any, bumps along the way (that I didn’t even hear about as we live in different states.) If anyone wrote a script about how divorced parents should act and raise their children, these people would win the award. All three (my son, DIL, and X husband) joined together to make it happen without waves. The extended family of all sets of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. read the rule book and followed it. They are all amazing people.
The result of this dedication to put the children first is two adult children that are happy, educated, and well-adjusted and an extended family that is mourning the loss of a wonderful fun-loving dad that left an impression on everyone that had the privilege of knowing him. They come away knowing they had two sets of parents that love them.
ALS is a horrible disease that takes the lives of so many of our young, robust people. Please support the continuing effort to stamp out and control this disease.
Any of you that know me know that I don’t get out much. 🙂 I go grocery shopping once a month, the library every other week to replenish my audio books supply, and go to lunch with the girls every third Thursday….and that is basically it except for the occasional runs for fabric. I mostly use internet ordering and I love staying home with my Sami. I spent many years until my retirement working with the public so this life is ideal for me.
This past week was a total change from usual. My son and daughter-in-love visited from Georgia to attend the annual Daytona Beach Bike Week. I get to see my son twice a year, for Bike Week in the Spring and Biketober Fest in the Fall and I love it. This time I had a bonus with my Glenda too. We had a wonderful visit but it wasn’t long enough. They took me out to a wonderful dinner at the Conch House in St. Augustine and I enjoyed the left overs the next day. Sami was a little, maybe a lot, out of control but we are working on that. It is very hard for her to be nice when she is so excited to have people around besides just boring old mom.
Thursday was the monthly Bunnell Girls lunch. We get have a good time visiting, talking, laughing, and stuffing ourselves with delicious food. We decide the next place to go and take turns driving. Last month we picked the River Grille in Ormond Beach. A lovely place that sits right on the Tomoka River with a nice outdoor deck. We didn’t think about Bike Week last month when making our decision but we got the added entertainment by going through the bikers and passing the Iron Horse Saloon in Ormond Beach (David Allen Coe was performing that day) and seeing all the sights. What a treat for us.
Even though I enjoy my solitude I also enjoy my visits with the ‘kids’ and my girls lunch group. Now back to my sweat shop/sewing studio.