I don’t usually write two blogs so close to each other, but I hated keeping the coronavirus blog up too long. As far as I’m concerned it’s a downer and I don’t deal in downers very often. I just hope I didn’t disturb or cause angst to anyone who is truly concerned about it all. I just can’t make myself get too upset about it. I guess if the grocery stores continue to have empty shelves, I may get a little worried, but we are being assured the trucks are delivering and the stockers are stocking the shelves.
Enough of that. I’m sitting here this Saint Patrick’s Day watching John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara in the wonderful movie, The Quiet Man and thinking how different this Saint Patrick’s Day is from last years’ for many people. No celebrating in bars or wearing of the green so you don’t get pinched. I guess I could have made green cupcakes or something, but I didn’t. Happy Saint Patrick’s Day. We will all remember this one as the one where we were not allowed to gather and celebrate because of a nasty old virus.
I’ve been sewing up a storm in my shop. I’ve got most of the 123 blocks finished for the six quilts I plan to make. I’ve been sifting through my containers of fabric finding treasures I had forgotten about and today I found a quilt top I had forgotten I made years ago with my quilt class when I was teaching beginning quilting. My class made a different block every week learning how to sew straight seams, do curves, match points and other things until they had twenty blocks and then they sewed it all together into a quilt top. Then they’d come to my house and we would lay their quilt top, batting and backing together and baste them together. Then it was up to them to finish the quilt. I don’t know how many completed their quilt, but it was fun teaching all the ladies I taught. I always made a quilt right along with my class and I have finished all of mine except this one, but it will get finished now.
This is what my shop looks like now. Believe it or not my cutting table was clear of anything a few weeks ago, but since I’ve started making all the block, it’s a jumble of fabric right now.
A stack of the quilt blocks I am making.
There is work going on in this mess. Really.
Each of these piles of fabric will be a quilt block.
When I have them all completed then I will have to decide which blocks go into each quilt.
About two weeks ago my sister and brother-in-law celebrated their 62nd wedding anniversary. When my sister got married, I was in the fourth grade and she had been like a second mother to me. When she got a job at a bank in the city right after graduation, she used some of her hard earned money and bought me a bride doll. I still have her. I’ll have to show her to you sometime. Anyway, I wonder if this was a portent of things to come because she soon met my future brother-in-law and got engaged. When I learned she was going to get married and leave home I cried. Then at the wedding I cried and cried. I did not want my sister to leave me. But she did and 62 years later we were sitting talking and my brother-in-law said, “You didn’t want me to marry Joanne,” and I told him he was taking away my sister. But he’s been a good brother-in-law and I’ve forgiven him for taking Joanne away. Seems like only yesterday. I forgot to take any pictures of them because we were visiting and talking about everything. My parents’ farm is right next door to my sister’s house and it was sold to a relative who did not take good care of it. The barn fell down and the house is falling down and there are trees growing in all my daddy’s fields where he use to grow corn and hay and oats. It’s sad to see it like that. My parents took such good care of their home and farm when they were alive.
We drove some back roads as usual when we went to my sister’s house.
Saw this along the way.
Never heard of this place, but we came upon it on our drive.
We went through the town of Liberty where my mother grew up and I have a cousin who still lives there.
His father began this supermarket many years ago and now my cousin, Tim, is the owner and manager. We stopped in to see him. Usually I don’t see him anymore except at funerals, the last one being his mother’s, my Aunt Suzanne, so it was nice to see him on a normal day. He and I and another cousin were all born within months of each other and we grew up together and saw each other whenever we’d visit my grandpa and my other cousin was down from Detroit where she lived. He was so surprised to see us. We had a nice visit and then we had to go on.
I didn’t show you my birthday cakes so here they are.
David got the candles on there wrong. It should be 17! Ha! Seems like I was just 17 yesterday.
This was a sweet little cake that I let David eat as I ate the entire chocolate by myself. And was sorry for it!
We’ve been doing some chores around the house getting ready for gardening time.
David cleared out what I call the kitchen garden. Right now it looks barren, but it won’t be long until the rhubarb is up and all the perennials I’ve planted through the years will be coming up.
You can barely see at the bottom of the birdhouses day lilies beginning to pop out.
Daffodils are popping out all around the garden. Spring is only days away.
Hope you are surviving the coronavirus scare and looking forward to warm and bright days ahead. Bye.