Thursday, May 4, 2017

Words Can Be Art

I was cleaning out an old email account when I came across this piece that my niece Debbi wrote and read at my Mother's funeral.   It is very moving and really captures my Mother's spirit.

My Granny
I have many pictures of my grandmother.  In all of them she is beautiful and smiling.  I have pictures from when she was a girl, pictures of her as a young mother, then a grandmother, finally,  pictures from when she was old - a  lifetime full of pictures put away in albums and  boxes.  But  I have other  pictures of my grandmother.  Although  not captured with a camera, these  pictures were captured by my heart and I will  carry them with me always.
I have a picture of myself sitting beside Granny at church when I was a little girl.  After finishing a hymn, my sister or I told her that her voice was squeaky - she gave us a Certs to keep us quiet - and when it was time for the next hymn, her voice rang out again in praise of the Lord. I have a picture of her teaching Sunday School when my mother and aunt were girls. I can picture always seeing praying hands proudly displayed in her home.  I have a  picture of her saying the Lord's Prayer with my Opa at the time of his death.   I have pictures of her caring for others in sickness and need, always willing to help people.  I truly believe that Granny pleased God.  
I have so many pictures of my granny with my family - playing rummy and dominoes, serving the foods that she knew were our favorites like pannas and coffeecake and pear pie, working on a jigsaw puzzle - the whole time knowing that Opa probably had the last piece in his pocket, teaching us to crochet and embroider, sitting out under the huge pecan trees on Holmgreen telling stories and wondering where did that red croquet ball go.  I have pictures of her taking us as children to the Witte Museum, to picnics at Opa's  park and to the zoo, where she and my Granny T. spoke to each other in German sometimes.  I always wondered what they could have been saying about my sister and me, surely we were perfect children.  I have a picture of going out to eat at Ryan's as a family and Granny being sure to take home a little treat for her Koozie. 
I have a picture of Granny and Opa taking my mother out to Alpine to pick up my dad from college, and I have a picture of her admiring the roses that she so enjoyed on a trip with my aunt.  I have  pictures of Granny laughing and  smiling at every family event -graduations, weddings and funerals.  I have  pictures of her warm and genuine welcome as  each new member was added to her family.  Each person in Granny's family knew without a doubt that she loved them dearly and cared about them and I know that Granny pleased her family.
I have pictures of my granny with her friends.  From my childhood, I have pictures of her cutting up with her friends at the bowling alley.   I have a picture of her with the Galloping Grannies - her group of longtime friends that got together each month, one time enjoying a day at my parents˜ house with my mother and aunt.  I picture her and Cleora,  friends ever since childhood sharing so many memories.  I have a picture of her sharing the daily newspaper with her friend down the street and checking up  on her neighbors.   I know that she was a true and loyal friend and I know that Granny pleased her friends.
I have pictures of my granny and her beloved husband, George.  I have a picture of them from their wedding day, just starting their lives together.  From years later, I have a picture of Granny and Opa talking quietly in the kitchen of the house they built, while we grandkids drifted off to sleep on our cots in their bedroom.  I have another picture of  all of us being snuggled right between them in their bed, waking them up early the next morning.  I have a picture of Granny and Opa at their 45th wedding  anniversary, still so happy to be with each other.  Granny was a good wife and a loving and faithful one.  I know that Granny pleased her husband, my Opa.
I have all of these pictures, and so many more, in my heart.  I also  have a  book that Granny made for me.  It is one of my treasures.  In  it, are many pictures, but also, there is the key to Granny's life.    She wrote down stories  about her family, her childhood, her life - her  history.  But on one page, she wrote her plans for the future.  Her  plans weren't to become rich or to  have great possessions or to become  famous.  This is what she wrote and this, I believe, is the key to my  Granny¦ she wrote 
"My plans for the future are to live each day the best I can to  please God, my family and friends and myself and to be worthy of the love a good man gave me."
I think that is exactly what she did each day and how she lived each day and each one of these pictures I have shared with you shows it.  Rest in peace, Granny.  I'll love you forever, 

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Windows 17

My daughter, SIL, and grandson went to the AAQG  show with me last fall.   I was able to see which quilts appealed to DGS, so that I could choose one to make for his high school graduation last year.

While we were looking, several caught the eye of my DD and SIL, who were in the process of re-doing there living room and dining area.  So I decided to offer to make them a wall hanging.

It started out as a replacement for an IKEA print in the dining room, but grew bigger and has a place of honor in their living room.

The colors morphed, the size morphed, the location morphed. But it finished out as a really nice piece. 

I'll be entering it into the Chisholm Trail Quilt Guild show in September.


Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Quilt Show at the Library

Periodically, the local guild hangs some of their quilts at the Community Library.  This is one of those times.

My Women of the Bible quilt was hung near the entrance.  This was a Block of the Week online project that I started in 2007 or so and finished a year or two later.   The schematic at the side lists each woman represented and the name of her quilt block.  (e.g.  Eve: Garden of Eden)

In one of the side rooms, the Jungle quilt that I made for Natalie is hung.  It was started in a Nine-Patch Pizazz Lifetime Learning class taught by my friend Susan Tennison. 

 By the children's area, we hung a collection of "tiny" quilts.  several of mine were in there, including some of my journal quilts.  (Like the one of the car resting against the tree - don't even ask!)

Lots more quilts - it's a friendly group and we enjoy talking and getting together and showing off our work.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Spring is coming

Spring is coming.  My very first bluebonnet is blooming.
I planted quite a few seeds last year.  This plant and one other came up.  I'm hoping it will be the start of a lot of blue!

The ajuga has a few blooms.  It's doing very well in that very shaded area by the back door.

And the iris are starting, too.
These are all pass-alongs from my sister, who got them from my mother.  

One little poppy made it this year - my sister gave me this seed, too.  But her poppies are in full sun and are glorious. Mine is kind of shy.

Also blooming in my backyard is the pot of kalanchoe and the hen-and-chicks .

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Kitchen Redo in Progress

 I liked my little kitchen before.  It's very small and part of an open floor plan.  The other half contains my grandmother's table and a blue-painted hutch that I bought last year.

But it didn't make me smile.

I called in my niece and her husband, who removed the cabinet doors and painted all of the cabinetry  a cream color which matches the walls.  They did a great job and the room is much more light filled now.

While they were working, I looked at my cabinet contents with a critical eye and removed some unused dishes, which makes it easier to access the remaining ones.

I"m not totally happy with the contrast between stove and cabinets and am mulling over possible solutions -
     paint the lower cabinets darker?
     get a new stove?
     add color via a new countertop?
     get over it?

Would a floor update help?   That's certainly on my list for later.
New countertops, too.  Mine has a place or two where someone (who could it be?) placed a too-hot dish on it.


Because it's an open floor plan, the kitchen and
living room play together better now.

I really enjoy changing things around and
playing with colors and layouts and shapes

Friday, February 12, 2016


I am sad today as Feb. 12 was my Mother's birthday.   She was born in 1916.    

Although I KNOW that I have some wonderful pictures of her, these are the only three that I can find.    I am ashamed that I am so poorly organized.  But then, my memories of her are sharp and dear to me.

She was a sweet person and I loved her dearly.  
I felt loved when we were together. 

Monday, February 8, 2016

A Family Tradition

I learned to quilt from my grandmother; I can remember many good times with her, arranging blocks and chatting.

Many years ago, my sister salvaged some good blocks from a worn quilt and had them framed for me and my nieces.

It's a good way to remember good times and to show respect for a fine family tradition.