The farmhouse in which I grew up was built in the 19th century. In it were things not of monetary value, but precious to us nonetheless. Family things with history. The somewhat crudely wrought table, made by a man who lived at the “county home” where my great-grandfather was superintendent, as a wedding gift to my parents; my Mother’s beautiful sewing cabinet with the little stenciled drawers that swing out like arms, a gift from my Father in the early years of their marriage; the round oak pedestal table my parents bought when they set up housekeeping, and the beautiful rocking chair belonging to great-grandma Louisa Merkel von Ohlen. “It came from Leland,” we were told about many items from my Father’s boyhood home, the farm where his father and grandfather had been born. Everything “belonged.”
I loved that house and the things in it. I loved being able to open a door in my sister Sue’s room and enter the attic, with it’s pressed tin walls and slanted ceiling, wide plank floors and a tiny window overlooking the farm’s outbuildings. Years later, when my parents had to move, that window would hold a chute down which many of the memories would slide, into a truck to sadly be carried away.
Growing up in a world of cared for things, old books, hand-made clothes (Mother was a wonderful seamstress who made everything from our snowsuits to our prom formals) and the occasional treasure box of hand-me-down clothes from the Chicago relatives of our Danish neighbor Agnes, led to a lifelong love of “things old.”
I still prefer old to new, a choice that led to a small antiques business I ran for years. When I stopped vending every other weekend years ago, my inventory came to live with us here.
Most of my collected things are vintage textiles. I’ll have many in my booth at the upcoming Charlotte Quilters’ Guild Show, appropriately named Down Memory Lane, March 10 and 11. Location details under “See My Work Here” and in the previous post.
Our 2017 Charlotte Quilters’ Guild Quilt Show
“A Walk Down Memory Lane”
will be held on
March 10 – 11, 2017
Union County Agricultural Center
3230 Presson Rd
I will be vending here. Hope you’ll stop by to see me in my booth, OCCASIONAL THREADS. Look for the Mylar balloon!
Today would have been my Mother’s 100th birthday. She died unexpectedly a year following the death of her own mom, and was buried on my birthday. I shall miss her always.
“Somewhere in a memory,
Someone wiped away a tear
Held me close and loved me
Thank you, Mother dear.”
I used to have this little poem (author unknown) hanging on our kitchen wall. But I took it down, as I cried every time I read it. After 26 years without her, I still cry.
My drafts folder is full of out-of-date, half-written blog posts. The last 13 months have been busy, busy, busy with kitchen remodeling and home repairs. What began as a 90-day project (which went seamlessly) turned into us realizing what others have known: You make one room in your house really nice, and everything else looks like kaka. We ended up painting most of our lower level’s rooms, up the stairway and the upper hallway. Roofs of our house and garage were replaced, garage doors rebuilt, and many minor repairs completed. Two days before Christmas, just as we thought things were settling, our furnace died. After two weeks without heat, a new, energy efficient natural gas unit was in place. The main AC unit is also new, as the refrigerant for the old one is no longer made. We are, in a word, exhausted. But we love our new kitchen and are happy to have so many overdue items taken care of.
After 33 years of travel teaching, I retired at the end of the year. I’ll miss that part of my life, but want to concentrate on my own work and ideas. I also want to spend more time with our two adorable grandchildren! They are already 2 and 3, and I don’t want to miss a moment of it.
I have big plans for this year which include downsizing my “collections” and getting super organized, writing decent blog posts, making more quilts and most importantly, spending more time with friends.
Wishing all of you a belated happy Groundhog Day and an even later Happy New Year!
When I began blogging in 2007, I wrote almost daily. I was excited to have a forum in which to share my life through thought and photography. A lot has happened since then. Not only am I busier than ever, I’m not at all the same person I was seven years ago.
Great joy has come to me, through the birth of two adorable grandchildren. Leven and Ira, 3 and 2, are my heart, the center of everything I do. Friends who were grandparents had said, “Just wait. There is no way to tell you how wonderful it is.” How very true were those words. Blessings be!
I view things differenetly now, with an entirely new perspective. Things which seemed important to me in the past now seem trivial. My greatest treasures are my family and friends. They’ve all been lifelines.
“If I ‘d known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself,” attributed to Eubie Blake and others. Aging brings wisdom, but also health issues. I’ve now outlived my father; my older sister has outlived both our parents as well as her late husband. We all have the usual aches and pains. I have a host of issues, most of which I don’t even think about. The exception is macular degeneration, which threatens central vision. But after almost three years of treatment, I can still see quite well. I am so thankful for my wonderful retina specialist, Rick Weidman, and the researchers who developed the miracle drug Eylea. I’m counting on being able to watch my grandbabies grow up!
I’m sewing once more, following a sabbatical in which I underwent three hand surgeries. Finishing Ira’s quilt is my top priority. After 33 years of travel teaching, I’ve decided to retire at the end of the year. I want to work on my own projects now. And of course spend a lot more time with the grandbabies.
Thanks to those who still check my blog occasionally for “something new” and not giving up when you see the page is unchanged. Watch this space!