I recently saw a few clips from an old Antiques Road Show program. The lady had been given a necklace by her grandmother. When her grandmother would give her things she often embellished it hoping her granddaughter would want it. Her grandmother told her the …
Month: August 2016
Quilting Bees were a frequent event. There would be one each month. The neighborhood ladies took turns hosting it. Usually the host had a quilt top they had made, ready and in the quilting frames.
The frames were four long 1 x 2 inch boards that were held together at the corners with clamps. Then they were supported on four legs. The boards had a narrow piece of fabric tacked to them. The quilt could be pinned to the fabric and stretched out. Chairs were placed around the quilt frame for the quilters to sit in.
Mother did not host many but grandma often had one at her house. She always prepared lots of food although all the ladies were to bring a dish as well. During the summer school was out so most of the young moms brought their children. It was a big play day for the kids. The ladies brought their own needles and thimbles. They all began threading their needles and were soon chatting happily as they made tiny stitches following the pattern grandma had drawn on the quilt.
We all headed outside to entertain ourselves. Before long a game of chase would began. Someone would dart into the house. You couldn’t get through because of the chairs and quilting frame, so they ducked under and crawled to the other side. Soon four or five others were crawling under the quilting frame between all the quilters legs. Occasionally a mom would scold us and tell us to quit running through the house.
It wasn’t long till the smell of delicious food drifted outside. Grandma would give a call for us to come and eat. We would fill our plates and head back outside to find a big shade tree, where we would sit and enjoy our lunch.
What a beautiful way for neighbors to fellowship together and help each other out. I am amazed at how times have changed. Many my age left the peacful life of the farm and headed to the big cities looking for their American Dream.
Today many of our children never get to experience those lazy summer days playing in the big front yard of grandma’s house with a neighborhood full of kids. So thankful for those wonderful memories.
I can not begin to create a picture that reflects the beauty God created. So many amazing pictures are posted each day on internet that someone captured with their camera. The beauty and majesty of the earth is unspeakable.
The mountains are so majestic. We have been a few times on our family vacation. One of our most memorable took us through Colorado. We had visited Colorado National Park and were headed back home. We came upon a detour. We were directed to a tiny mountain road which would eventually lead us to Aspen, Colorado. There were no towns for miles. We soon realized we were just about out of gas.
We were approaching Aspen feeling confident we could get gas there. However, there were no signs or directions to be found. We were soon past the town. We later found out they did not allow businesses to put up signs. It obstructed the beauty of the area.
Once past the only town on this road we continued on. The road became even narrower and most of it followed the edge of a cliff. Occasionally we passed other cars and trucks. I held my breath praying we would not slip off the edge.
The gas tank now registered empty. The only thing that saved us was it was down hill, so the car didn’t use any gas. We literally coasted down where a small country gas station sat at the bottom of the mountain. We rolled in with a sigh of relief and filled the tank. So thankful it had a happy ending.