Czarny Las – Wroclaw Thursday 10-1-2009

On the road to Czestochowa to see the Black Madonna at the St Stanislaw Kostka Church, Hank Guzevich and John Gora entered us on the bus with trumpet and harmonica. It got even better when John changed to his instrument to a comb with a piece of paper like we did when we were kids.

More entertaining music while traveling on the bus through Poland.

That evening after a long drive we all unwound by playing pool and listening and singing along to music played by Hank and John. Our group drank vodka shots one evening just to keep the potato economy in Poland stimulated.

9-30-09 Czestochowa Poland
On the way to Czestachowa Poland to see the Black Madonna, Eva, our guide told of the many type of fruits and vegetables grown in Poland. Along with blueberries, cranberries and wild strawberries, three types of currents were available; white, red and dark purple. The blueberries are different from those we find in the stores in the US as they are also blue inside and make your teeth blue when you eat them. Poland is a big vodka producer. This is not a surprise as Poland is the largest potato producer in the world. Potatoes are a prime ingredient of vodka.

Photos of the Shrine of the Jasna Gora and home of the Black Madonna in Czestochowa. Also photos of the grounds at the palace we stay overnight at Palac Czarny Las in Wozniki.Trees along the highway are heavy with apples. One evening at the palace we had an interesting dessert made with a half of a poached apple topped with custard sauce with some fresh raspberries in sauce dribbled through the custard. Yum.

Rolling fields meander over the country side with strips of corn layered next to beans with leaves just turning yellow with the chill of fall. Dairy farmers have really taken a hit lately where the milk prices are less than the cost of producing the products.

I understand that ownership of farms have changed over the years. At one time a three mile strip of land might be owned by one farmer and next to him another by his neighbor making up about 50 acres for each to farm. After World War II when the Soviets defeated the Germans in Poland, big farms were converted to government owned properties and community farmed under communist rule. This community farming didn’t work too well and farms were mostly unproductive as people didn’t have any incentive to really get going on the production. They had housing, heat and a paid job no matter what they did on the farm, so many did nothing to keep the land productive. All the Poland population were considered owners so every one subsidized collective unproductive farms.

Now those PTR (collective communist farms) were bought up by opportunist capitalist for a small percentage of their true value. Many sit with empty buildings and weed filled patches of land unsold and even more unproductive than when the government owned them.

Along the drive through the country windmills generating electricity are common place.
Finally, we arrived at the basilica to view the Black Madonna, dark due to the age of the painting, not the color of the skin. We reverently walked single file along a cordoned off path along the side of the inside of the church, then behind the alter through a narrow hallway and back out along the other side of the church. We could quietly and quickly look up at the painting of the Black Madonna above the alter. Looking up the eyes followed you as you walked quietly by. It was an interesting experience. There is no doubt that this ancient painting is revered and carries some special healing energy. I said a quick prayer just in case there was something to this legion. As we hugged the wall in single file it seemed a little disruptive to others who were worshiping during the mass, but I’m sure they have thought through this situation and found this is the best way to accommodate the needs of the tourists. August 15th there is a pilgrimage where hundreds of thousands walk from Warsaw to Czestochowa to see the Black Madonna and descend on the area.

Itinary for the day:
After breakfast departure for Wroclaw .

1.00 pm. Visit the Brzeg Castle . Built in the 13th century as the Renaissance residence of the Piast Royal Family.

Continue to Wroclaw with a short stop for lunch ( not included ) Arrival in Wroclaw and check in to the Sofitel Wroclaw Hotel Dinner at Restauracja Dwor Polski . Overnight.

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Warsaw – Czestochowa – Czarny Las Wednesday 9-30-09

9-29-09 Warsaw Poland
We had the most delightful time walking through Lazienki Park in Warsaw Poland. There were lakes with ducks cutting their path through the quiet water that meandered under the curve arched roadway bridges. The chestnut trees provided a shade over cobblestone pathways.
We dawned make shift covers over our shoes while walking though a king’s palace

Warsaw 9-29-09

The cobblestone pathways are remarkablely constructed on semi-circular patterns like the finishing of a puzzle. We dawned make shift covers over our shoes while walking through a King’s palace that was full restored from a fire during World War II when it was burned by the enemy.
The ballroom was exquisite with a grand piano, ornate gold wainscoting and old with some restored oil paintings. It was delightful to view the magnificent for yester year.
It started raining, which didn’t dampen our spirits, but only added to the drama of being in a foreign country.
Lazienki Park, Town Square and Streets of Poland

We stopped a local pub for some soup and a beer. I tried their homemade apple pie. It might have been made in the kitchen, which was down a steep staircase to the cellar under the pub. It was good and hit the spot.
In the evening we had a delightful dinner at Karczma u Dedka with energetic folk dancers and a band with accordion, violin, clarinet and bass fiddle. The accordion was not the same type of button box that I’ve seen in the US, but had rows and rows of black and white buttons where you would see piano type keys or the popular 4 rows of buttons on the standard button-box accordion.
They danced and sang in a very professional rendition of all types of music; polka, oberek and polinesse.

Stan had his hand at cracking the whip. Not the winner of the contest, but good clean fun.
The Polish food was delicious. I had potato pancakes with flavorful mushroom gravy with several types of coleslaw. Stan had tender breaded turkey and lightly browned potato dumplings (similar to Italian gnocchi).
On Wednesday, 9-30-09, we finished up our tour of Warsaw. There have been so many wars between Poland and Russia.

Our guide, Eva, told the story of her uncle on her mother’s side that was captured by the Germans. He was instructed to walk through the forest to where they were shooting these people. In the fog he lost his way thus missing the massacre. He lived to as a witness to these atrocities.

In the north district of Warsaw a young priest who was born in 1947 worked in the parish at St Stanislaw Kostka’s church to help the Solidarity movement about 1980. In 1981 marshall law and physical fighing broke out when 10 million members of the union confronted the communist government. Jerzy Popieluszlo, the priest was instrumental in helping these workers once a month at a mass he said for the nation. His cry was that Good can fight evil (Wolnosc Jednose Milosc). He was captured / kidnapped by the secret service and then killed. Today a monument is set up at the church where he is buried. Daily arrangements are set around his grave and people still remember him after all these years.

There is so much significant history in Poland. The Jews had their problems in Europe that also were experienced in Poland. Poland had about 32 million people with 10% of them Jews. Hitler decided to fight the Jews in Poland by setting up a ghetto where he fenced them into this crowded area. These were Jews from other districts that were well educated as doctor, writers, actors. Five hundred thousand lived in a five square contained area, which was too crowded to keep out disease, starvation with no access to medication. Hitler refused to address this situation expect through extermination of the Jews in the ghetto of Poland. He built 13 gas chambers and took the lives of 1,000 Jews a day. We went to this ghetto where there is a monument to the ghetto Jews was erected where so many lost their lives.
Poland is a country of rejuvenation from the devastation of bombing in 1939 to rebirth and rebuilding of city centers and communities into vibrant cities once more. It is amazing when you see the ruble that was left buy the bombing from the German’s and the charm of Wasaw today.

Here are a few photos of the memorial to the Ghetto in Warsaw Poland and some other street scenes and the reconstructed city square.One of our co-travelers visited Warsaw 8 years ago. A new blight had hit the city. Graffiti from Polish gang youngsters has spread through the city that just 8 years ago was graffiti free. It is a shame to see the old buildings that were so carefully restored tagged with youthful hatred and anger after their generation just before spent timeless hours restoring these buildings.

On a lighter note it is important to understand the history of places you visit but to also enjoy them. I found berry yogart (ice crème cone) for 2 zlotys or about seventy cents. For the same 2 zlotys I could use a public restroom. I decided to buy the yogart and to use the restroom in the museum where we saw a movie from 1939 from peace and quiet on the town square to bombings and rubble in one short day.

Our guide, Eva, took us to an amber shop. This odd stone is washed ashore in the Baltic Sea and comes in many shades from light beige to deep rust. Eva had a job as a chemistry professor at the University until they learned of her leanings toward Solidarity. She was ultimately fired and sought after a job in an amber factory leading a team of 500 people to process and maybe make fake amber. She knows the difference and pointed us in the direction of an honest shop keeper. I’m not a big fan of amber, but found some interesting pieces for my daughter and myself. Eva didn’t really like her job in the factory and now enjoys working as a guide with a wealth of knowledge.

Housing in Poland is tough to come by. During communistic rule, Eva and here husband were only allowed to have 10 square meters per person for about 1 room with bath and kitchen. Her husband needed space to work from home and finally they were able to obtain another room through a petition. When her daughter was born she took over that small extra room. Eva saved for her daughter to have a home and car some day. When her daughter was old enough things had changed in Poland to the point the money was worthless and only enough to buy her a bike instead of a home and car. Many people lost everything with a snap of a finger due to rapid government changes the devalued their currency and holdings in banks.

The national hobby in Poland is to pick mushrooms in the woods and sell them along side the road. Foods with mushrooms are extra tasty.

Blueberry girls – Poland has an interesting (or disgusting) custom where girls wait on the sides of the road for truckers and the like to come by. This way of prostitution is difficult to understand and legal. Being the pimp it not legal, but girls selling their service is legal. There are a lot of names for these girls, but one that seemed to be less demoralizing was blueberry girls as if they were in the forest picking blueberries right before the trucker stopped instead of just plain selling them.

This morning, Thursday October 1st 2009 I’m sitting at the writing desk with the window light from the bright cloudy day pouring over my right shoulder typing a few notes about our trip. I’m drinking water with the name StowIanki Zdroj from a green bottle poured into a beautiful glass with an inch of thick glass on the botton. This must be heaven.

John Gora played accordion for us before dinner at Palace Czarny Las in Wozniki Poland 9-30

We came in late last night through country roads to this charming Palace in the woods. The rooms are appointed with antiques and each room has its own charm. We ate dinner first in a grand room with tablecloths and stiff starched napkins. Glasses tinkled as they brought us the beverage of our choice; wine, beer or vodka. Stan had tender thin roast pork that was rolled up with a stuffing and sliced. I was surprised by a delicious artfully created salad with a bouquet of curly lettuce, lightly cooked carrots and cucumbers in a king of dill sauce.

At dinner we got to know Bob and Jackie from Michigan. Jackie is a breast cancer survivor from a couple of years ago and has taken live by it’s horns to squeeze out every ounce of enjoyment. They have traveled in their RV through the fifty states (Alaska and Hawaii took by plane), have a couple of fun filled weeks when they stay in their time share in Puerto Vallarta, mosey on to McAllen TX in the warm valley to stay in their 2 bedroom home with the other winter visitors. Then they find time to go to the many polka festivals along the way and of course a trip or so to Poland and other fun places. Bob had a restaurant for years on a major highway cooking good ole American food for the tourists and truckers. Now he had his eggs cooked anyway he wants all over the world. They are barely over their 70’s and certainly have a purpose to make every day count for themselves and time they spend with their family. Retirement must be grand.

After we settled into our rooms for a minute we gathered in the billiard room in the lower level for a polka party. John Gora brought out his accordion and Hank Guzevich his trumpet. They are both have excellent polka band that are renowned around the country. Man can they play and sing. It was a delight to hear them in this casual setting jam away singing in Polish, English and some Spanish. People joined in as they knew the songs. John went to get his concoction of spirits, honey, lemon and water while Hank played both accordion and trumpet at the same time. He said he does that when he plays for folks at nursing homes.
It doesn’t get much better than this.

Here is the itinerary:
After breakfast sightseeing tour of Warsaw including visit to St Stanislaw Kostka Church ,where Father Jerzy Popieluszko , the spiritual leader to Lech Walesa during the Solidarity movement , served and is now buried .

11.30am. Short film at the “Muzeum Historyczny” to acquaint you with the history of the city.

After the film we travel south to Czestochowa with a stop for lunch enroute ( not included )

We will visit the Shrine at Jasna Gora, Poland’s National shrine and home of the “Black Madonna”.

Short drive to Wozniki where our hotel “Palac Czarny Las” is located .
Dinner with Polka Party to follow and overnight .

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Poland 9-28-09

Stan and I went to Poland for two weeks to cities, some of which I can’t pronounce; Warsaw, Czestochowa, Wroclaw, Zabkowice Slaskie, Bardo, Wadowice, Kalwaria Zebrzydowska, Zakopane, Slovakia, Sromowce Wyzne and Krakow.

It will take us 9 hours on LOT Polish Airlines from Chicago to Warsaw. Our fun starts on Tuesday afternoon, September 29, 2009.

September 28, 2009
We are on our way to Warsaw Poland via Chicago. As soon as we when through the security gates at the international terminal 5 at O’Hare our world changed. Passports from every country were presented to the security guards and languages changed from mostly English only to hardly any English. Clothes changed to saris and European style shoes. Few Americans had on jeans and tennis shoes. I decided to wear sweats as we would be on the plane for a grueling nine hours arriving early in the morning in Warsaw for a long day of touring. I wanted to have a good chance of sleeping comfortably on the plane.

The plane ride from Denver to Chicago was full up. We had the middle of the plane seats Stan on the aisle with me next to him. When the guy came to sit in the middle, I mentioned that he must have been odd man out to draw the middle seat in the row with five seats to a row. He said he was happy to have made the flight and connections to Chicago. It is amazing how we have learned to settle for anything just to get some place. Remember the days when it was actually fun to fly. The airlines treated us like Kings and Queens bringing us pillows, blankets and cards to play along with anything we felt like drinking. Of course, that was when you didn’t wear sweats to fly. Women dressed up in nylons, heels and little pill box hats and men traveled often in suits and ties.

The guy next to me was busy the whole flight, first reading and answering his blackberry messages, then reading work information on his extra small notebook computer. The paper he was writing down notes was bigger than the size and thickness of his computer.

As we walked through the lengthy corridors of O’Hare I didn’t see anyone really making eye contact with fellow travelers. People were walking through the airport and riding on the trams while busy on their phones and clicking through their PDA messages. It seems we have become a society of zombies always being somewhere else than where we really are. No more stopping to smell the roses. We are all too busy trying to figure out what our friends and work mates are doing across town or half way around the world.

Wedding Singer – We sat down in our seats in row 19, which was the widest row with plenty of leg room due to the aisle that ran though our row. The guy sitting next to me said he always asks for this row as he likes the leg room. We could have a dance there. He was visiting his 86 year old mother in Krakow.

We got to talking about polka dancing and he mentioned that he was a professional dancer for about 14 years before he immigrated to the US and moved to the Chicago area. He told about the Solidarity that was just taking place about the time he moved in 1982. This labor union movement were instrumental along with John Paul in over turning the communist government in Poland. It was still hard for him to immigrate to the US even though his wife was a US citizen. He had to leave his parents, brothers and sisters for long periods of time between his trips back to Poland.

He told us of his passion for music and that he played piano, guitar and sang songs some of which he wrote at weddings and other large celebrations. His gigs were his love, but he didn’t have too much time to book them as his day job is the property manager for over 23 years for one of the largest churches – the 4th Presbyterian Church in Chicago. He rests his vocal cords on singing days and then allows himself no alcohol so he cans stay fresh and sing well. I bet his is good. He sure had a pleasant personality.
The guy told us that sometimes folks in the US don’t really do a proper polka dance as they throw in all kinds of extra steps, bounces and kicks. I can’t wait to see some authentic dancing this week.

Stan had a chat with him about his pending visit with his friends to go hunting for a few days. They both agreed that getting together with their chums was fun, however putting a bullet bambi’s mother is not so fun.

Our hotel is great. They have internet, now working thanks to a speeding technician that stopped by our room. The toilets are like Buenos Aires Argentina – square.
Here is the itinerary for the day,
Warsaw (welcome dinner )
Morning arrival in Warsaw and transfer to hotel . Free time to rest . (Ha – Internet)
1.00 pm. We will meet in the lobby of our hotel and depart for a short drive to Lazienki Park , also called “The Palace on the Water”. The palace is surrounded by delightful parks, perfect for a leisurely afternoon stroll . Then we continue with sightseeing of Warsaw .

6.30pm. Welcome dinner at the “Karczma u Dedka” with folklore show.
Overnight at the Sofitel Victoria Hotel .

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Outings

As I mentioned, our religious beliefs restricted us for dancing, drinking or playing cards. Dad did treat us to an evening in Denver once a year at the Ice Capades.

We put on our Sunday best, even though it was Saturday evening. Dad was a farmer and mostly dressed in navy or grey work shirts and pants during the week. He had a nice suit with a vest that included a watch pocket, crispy starched white shirt and big wide ties for Sundays. My brother Alan still carries that watch that dad had for his watch pocket. Dad always wore one of those fedora hats. This was one of those days for dressing up for all of us. Alan probably looked a little like a clone of his dad with a suit jacket, pants, shirt and tie and shiny shoes. Nancy and I wore dresses with our hair all combed neatly plastered down with wave set. Nancy probably wore nylons, but I still had little white socks with patent leather shoes. Mom had put on her Sunday dress, jewelry and carried a hand bag with a fresh lacy handkerchief.

We would all pile in the car to go to Denver. There were no super highways at the time so we wound through all the little towns like LaSalle, Platteville, Fort Lupten and Brighton on a two way paved road. You could tell that Mom would always get nervous if dad decided to pass a car. You had to accelerate to beat any on-coming traffic. Sometimes the crest of the hill didn’t provide you with enough visibility to see very far.

We might stop at a restaurant to have a special dinner before the show. I’m sure it was not a fancy restaurant, but to us it was grand to go to a place with thick cushy carpets, table clothes, and heavy silverware. I don’t remember what I ate, but dad usually ordered fantail shrimp.

When we got to the coliseum, the place was a busy with people. We walked through the concrete corridors with the flow of the crowds looking for our portal for our seats. We settled in for an evening of entertainment. Dad would have bought a program that we all read while we waited for the show to start. I looked through the program at the photos that depicted what we would see. The star of the show was on the cover. At the time, in the early 1950’s, I think Sonja Henny was a big ice skating star. It seems she also won a gold metal in the Olympics. She or some other beautiful star was on the cover of the program. I was enamored with the pose this skater had in the photo. I was little and it just seemed that with her arms and head throw back that she just didn’t have any boobs. I tried as I might to figure out where her normal body parts were. I was used to women with a little meat on their bones, not just skin and bones in tight costumes. It is amazing what a person remembers.

The skating started and we watched in amazement at the coordinated efforts as they skated around the arena. I particularly liked the finale where they would start with a foursome spinning in a circle in the middle of the rink. Then gradually they added on a person at a time until all the skaters were skating around like spokes of a car. There was always a straggler who couldn’t quite catch up with her place in the line. We would all root for her to clasp hands with her team mates. Such is the simple life of entertainment.

On the way home dad might stop for gas in Brighten. This was when the gas station attendants came running out to pump the gas, check the oil, wash the windows. There were no rest stops invented yet so if you really had to use the rest room it was at the gas station and usually not the tidiest.

We ice skated from time to time when Darling’s lake would freeze over. One of the neighbors would blade off the snow and then we all gathered in our warm woolen coats, hats and gloves for a afternoon of skating. The big kids skated in circles around the lake while the little kids skated on wobbly ankles trying to learn to skate. Boys used brooms or sticks for a makeshift game of hockey. The ice was bumpy from the wind blowing across the water while it was freezing solid. We didn’t care as we just skated over the bumps and crust.

When we moved to Swanson’s house from the Tipton farm, my dad let the washing machine water flood the side of the yard for a little skating rink for me when I was a teenager. There was a tetherball pole right in the middle of the rink. I would skate around and imagine what the real skaters would do with jumps and all those pretty graceful gliding poses. I could almost turn around and skate backwards, but that was about it.

When I went to CSU they had a requirement for 3 quarters of sports. I chose ice skating and found there were actually techniques to skating figure eights and other such feats. I could skate to pass the course, but still never excelled to greatness in that sport. All I remember is that the rink was right outside the student union. I would need to wear my outdoor skating clothes to all my other classes on skating days. My fellow students probably wondered why I wore the same outfit every day to class.

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Visits with Cousins

Entertainment in the 1940’s and 1950’s included going to church and visits to relatives. Our religion restricted us from going to movies, a dance hall or spending time at a bar for even one drink of alcohol. I think the first movie I saw was Albert Switzer with my school mates at about age 10. I was so nervous that I would be exposed to some strange happenings, that it was kind of a let down to see the inside of the theater and wiggle in the wooden seats for a couple of hours to listen to the biography of Albert’s life.

Up to about age 6 or 7 we visited my Aunt Ruth and Uncle Swede (my dad’s brother) and their five kids. My brother, Alan, was about the same age and Lynnette who was nicknamed Tiny. Alan probably hung around outside their home in the backyard lot that was set up as a Kiwanis basketball court with his cousins Gene who was a little older and Brad who was a little younger. Uncle Swede was instrumental in arranging for the basketball court to be built on that empty lot. It made it handy for his three boys and other neighbor kids to play good clean sports. Brad the tallest of the bunch really got good at basketball. I remember watching him play basketball at University of Northern Colorado with my parents several times. Dad always liked basketball too. When he was a young man going to College High he was on the basketball team. I’ve seen a photo of him in uniform with the basketball in his hand. I wonder where that photo is today?

Alan played basket ball, but wasn’t tall enough to really go after the sport. In addition, at home usually meant more chores like milking the cows, feeding the calves and cows, fixing the machinery and so forth, if there was any free time. We did have a basketball hoop on our barn. I’m sure it wasn’t really regulation height, but still provided some fun from time to time. I think the Howard boys, Gary, Wayne and Joe who lived about a half a mile north of the Tipton farm might have come occasionally to play basket ball. The ground in front of the hoop was dirt so you can imagine how fun it was to bounce the ball in dirt. You really had to work to get the job done.

When we visited Aunt Ruth and Uncle Swede, Nancy my sister ten years older than me probably visited with Tiny or hung around my Aunt Ruth and Mom to help prepare something for us all to eat. I remember stopping by one Saturday. Aunt Ruth had a cotton print scarf tied around her pin curled hair from the back to the knot at her forehead; Aunt Jemima style. She had just made some kraut burgers, which are home made bread dough rolled out into squares, then filled with cooked cabbage and hamburger. They were yummy. I still make those today for my family. We were Swedish so this German dish was a change. Aunt Ruth was also known for her homemade rye bread that she often baked in a coffee can tin and her little square cakes that were frosted on all sides and then rolled in nuts.

At the time I thought their home was huge as it had all these bedrooms upstairs, hallways and closets. When I look back I see that it was a two-story cracker box filled with kids.

Corky and Pam were born a year after me in 1945 and about a year apart from each other. So we hung out together. Corky probably went out to play basketball or to chase the out of bounds balls. Pam and I looked at Tiny’s stuff for a while, but lost interest easily as Tiny was into finger nail polish, hair curlers and trying on clothes. Pam and I would walk around the block to the small corner grocery and buy a few pieces of candy. Pam was really more of a Tomboy than I was and always was turning cartwheels along the sidewalk and doing flips. As she grew up she was really good at baseball and joined a women’s professional league for a while before she settled down with a husband and raised three really pretty girls who looked a lot like their mom.

Something happened along the way with the parents as about the time I was eight or so in 1954 we stopped going to each other’s homes. Before that we spent every birthday together for both sets of parents and all the kids. These tight family get-togethers mostly included the Grandparents, Carl and Anna Swanson too. Well, life goes on and I guess I was too little for me to be privy to this issue between the parents.

My dad had a sister, Belva, too who lived with her family in New York, Alabama and then Denver. We infrequently visited them. Their kids, Brenda (nicknamed Bunny), Mark and Mike were about 10 or 20 years younger than me. Belva’s situation is another story unto itself.

My Mom had several sisters and brothers. Her sister Shirley was younger than Mom and had four boys. I remember spending quite a bit of time over at their home after the falling out of Dad’s family. By this time Nancy and Alan had mostly gone off on their own at about the age 14 and 18 so I don’t think they went along to visit much unless it was a family picnic in the summer. Aunt Shirley and Uncle Don lived on 10th street, right were the Greeley 4th of July parade passed. Sometimes we would all visit that morning and maybe have a potluck picnic after the parade to celebrate the day.

Other times Mom would visit with Shirley about all the sewing projects she was working on and Dad would chat with Don. I would go upstairs where the boys had their bedrooms and learn what was new. Don had the biggest bedroom by himself. Now that I think about that family I think that Don would probably be in the gifted and talented program today if he was born in a different generation. He always had something going on. As a young kid about 10, he would be growing plants. He had little pots all over every desk, bookcase and window sill. Next time he would be growing orchids that he had ordered from a catalog. He knew their names and had researched all the details about their differences. I was still spending time currying my horse and riding her around in my spare time. One time he had many fish tanks where he was breeding guppies. He had books of stamps, which I also had an interest. He knew all the countries and had the maps memorized.

I didn’t get to know Don’s brothers, John and Tom too well. His little brother Doug mostly stayed by his mommies side when we visited. Don was born the same year as I and was in the same junior high and high school. After a while his nickname at school was Icky as he was so different. Aren’t kids just horrible?

We all went off to college. I went to Colorado State University (CSU) in Fort Collins and Don and John went to Colorado University (CU) in Boulder. After we had gone our merry way as teenagers from several years we had one of those family gatherings at Aunt Shirley and Uncle Don’s on the 4th of July. I hadn’t seen Don for several years and was interested in how he was getting along in school now that we were more grown up. CU was about a year or so ahead of CSU in the 1960’s drug use by the students. Evidently Don had tried out some along with some fringe religious sects. To each his own I suppose.

Our family seems to have the thread of mental illness maybe running through my Mom’s side of the family starting with Aunt Hattie. I don’t know much of anything about her, just that people would call her crazy Aunt Hattie.

At that 4th of July picnic while watching the parade with Don and trying to carry on a conversation about college experiences, I noticed that Don was also carrying on a conversation with invisible people. At least invisible to me. I would stop him and ask who he was talking with to no avail. He just kept on talking away. Later I found out had had gotten married for a while and then surprisingly divorced.

Years of embarrassment and quiet family discussions later revealed that both Don and John had schizophrenia. It must have been a struggle for Aunt Shirley and Uncle Don as health care didn’t always pay those costs for treatment and the general public really didn’t’ understand the issues. It was the quiet, not talked about illness. My cousin John had also married and had a little girl Holly. Then his life fell apart with mental illness. I thin he was one of the attendees at Woodstock so no telling what the trigger to find that mental illness thread. He was hospitalized for year as a mental institution in Pueblo.

Don had also been diagnosed with schizophrenia. After his divorce and figuring out he really couldn’t mainstream into society he took up a Section 8 apartment. As an adult he was obsessed with piano playing. He had never played the piano a lick as a kid, but became a virtuoso as an adult. He would play the piano for hours on end to the point where his dad bought him a piano that connected to ear phones so he would hear the music, but neighbors would not. He wrote music too and played my one of his symphonies that I video recorded one year. I’ll need to convert that to digital some day.

I visited my cousin Don occasionally with my Mom over the years. I would bring him some used clothes from my son John. Don was happy to have them, but always concerned if there was a worn spot in a coat pocket.

I think both Don and John live in separate apartments in Greeley some how surviving through the treacheries of mental illness.

I don’t see my cousins anymore as we have all gone our own ways. It was interesting to think about how these people have touched my live over the years.

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Chapter 1 – My Journey to Make 1,000 Quilts

Quilts I have Made

In the 1980s I attended a quilt class at Cloth World, the local fabric store. Eleanor Burns or one of her representatives was teaching the class on Quilt in a Day. This concept intrigued me as my Mom had been working on several quilts her whole life.  Finishing a quilt in a day would be amazing.

I only remember Mom finishing one and starting many. It was made of fabrics that were used in my sister Nancy and my dresses, scraps of calico and fabrics she bought or traded with friends. The hand sewn quilt was two four inch pieces hand sewn together leaving a small opening where she stuffed at least one nylon stocking, maybe two. This was in the 1960’s when women wore nylons with garter belts instead of panty hose with both legs contained in the same garment. Mom worked on these square units in the evening to relax in front of the TV. She had stacks of these squares in baskets or piles sorted according to the steps in the process. Once she had a good number of them completed she placed them side by side so no similar fabric was next to each other. Kind of like a crazy quilt with some planning.

She hand-sewed the sides together piece by piece, Then attached a button on each side in the middle of the square. This quilt fit a double bed for sure and maybe was big enough for a queen. I slept under it a time or two while visiting my parents. With all the buttons and nylons this quilt was heavy and warm as can be. It probably would warm you outside in an Alaskan winter.
One year in the 1990’s after Mom had moved from Greeley to a retirement community in Lakewood, I entered this quilt in the display of quilts at Denver’s capital building. Two or three hundred quilts are displayed once a year in the capital. They are hung from the ornate molding. I added the strip of fabric so Mom’s quilt could be hung there. After several attempts to hang it up, they called back to say this quilt was too heavy and they were afraid that suspending it from the molding might be too much weight and damage the molding. So the quilt was accepted, but not displayed. Mom and I enjoyed visiting the capital and looking at all the other quilts. I went again this year in July to see the annual quilt treasurers that people had created. It is an amazing sight to see all the colors and patterns people have worked up from fabric.

Quilt-in-a-day was the way I wanted to approach quilts. To actually finish one in a short period of time really fit my personality and available spare time while raising two children. After the class, I bought an instruction book, tools for cutting strips and the amount of fabric needed to make a king sized log cabin quilt. This was in the early 1980’s when country dusty blue was all the rage from the strong popular colors of oranges and lime greens as remnants of the 70’s. I think at the time we had just remodeled our kitchen with this same dusty blue-grey. I still have a counter top with that color. I liked it well enough to keep it all these years even though most folks had changed to granite counter tops.

At the time I started the first quilt project, the instructions were to wash the fabric to remove the sizing or keep the quilt from shrinking and then iron it so you could cut it up in 2 ½ inch strips. I have become lazier now as I seldom wash the fabric first. I just cut it up and use it. No one has complained. My quilting has become less perfect and more humble along the way, which relieves a lot of pressure to be perfect and increases the enjoyment.
By this time my kids were about age 7 and 13, they entertained themselves for hours at a time while I learned how to make this quilt. Eleanor Burns’ instruction booklets are amazing. She provides such straight forward directions and comes around the patterns from the back door to make finishing and assembling a breeze. She has a very creative, process.  This genius brings quality to what could be a disaster.

It was more like quilt in a week by the time the fabric was prepared, cut and assembly-line sewn into the “flags” of blocks as they are called. It was such a kick to see the pattern develop with each step of adding on another strip to the pattern.

In the mid 1990’s I decided to make a goal of finishing a thousand quilts. Quite a challenge indeed! Every time I made a quilt I noticed my stash of fabric only dwindled by a small amount. It seemed I have collected and my Mom had left me enough fabric to make that many quilts. We’ll see. It seems I am always adding a few 3 yard units of fabric when I see an attractive print on sale. My husband Stan likes to work with wood occasionally. He has little scraps and some larger pieces he saves for projects as he needs them. When he sees the fabric in a bag from the store he asks me if I picked some more “wood”.

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Chapter 2 – Log Cabin

1) Log Cabin – dusty country blues and beige – King size First quilt finished June 1989.  I found a few photos of this quilt including a very blurry one of my daughter and I holding up the flags.  I kept the photo as we have both changed so much over the years.

Used on Joyce and Stan’s bed until it was frayed from years of wear and thus put in the rag bag. This one was hand tied with embroidery thread.  The Backing was off white fabric pulled around to make a 2 ½ inch border.  The border was machine sewn with a serpentine stitch.  I still finish most of my quilts this way today but often use sheets as they are big and one piece of fabric.

2) Log Cabin – Navy blues and darker beige – Double size. About 1989.

Made for my Mom probably in the late 1980’s after my Dad had passed on in 1988. She used it on her spare bed for years. I finished this one a little differently. Somehow I jammed the three layers of fabric under the arm of the machine to sew in the ditch (right in the seam) to adhere all three layers; finished log cabin top, batting and backing together. The backing was units of navy fabric sewn together wide enough so it could be brought around the front to make a 2 ½ inch border.

My Mom must have liked the quilt or liked that I made her one as she took it to the county fair and entered it into the judging. It won a red ribbon. This second quilt project was not really blue ribbon quality, but good for the second try as finishing one.

I still have this quilt. It is on my spare queen sized bed in the basement. It is warm and just about fits the bed if you have a dust ruffle. I made it long enough so you can tuck the pillow under the quilt as Mom always made her beds that way. Interesting that for years I had it folded with the log cabin decorative pattern to that outside in a bag in the garage. The side that was folded out facing the light faded considerable. Not that I was saving it, but fading happens. The quilt was made to be used not saved.

3) Log Cabin – Rusts and white with small rust patterns of flowers – Sofa Throw. The backing was rust colored corduroy. About 1989.

Made this quilt for my favorite Uncle Vern. He was quite the character. He lived to be in his 80’s. It seems he was born 8-8-1908. He was a gay man born in an era when that live style was totally unacceptable. Mom used to say Uncle Vern was different. Really he was charming, artsy and had a flare for reading and learning about the arts. He lived by himself for years that I knew him. When we would visit him he showed an interest in me as a young person and my children when as they grew up. He would send us birthday cards with pen and ink line drawings on the outside of envelopes. I wish I would have kept them. In later years he cut out magazine photos of art and pasted them on the envelopes and then drew ornate borders around the photos. They were delightful. I wanted him to have one of my quilt projects. My daughter Jamie has this quilt in the trunk of her car as an emergency quilt and maybe to just keep it to remember Uncle Vern.

4) Log Cabin – Mauve with white contrast – Queen size – about 1989.

This quilt was made for my sister Nancy for her water bed. Do people still buy water beds now a days? She liked those colors that were popular in the 1980’s. I must have taken a trip up to her home, maybe with my Mom, to deliver the quilt to her in Scottsbluff, Nebraska as I remember seeing her put the quilt on her water bed. Stan wasn’t with on this trip. When we visited again in 2009 on our way to South Dakota, he remarked that he had not been to Nancy’s house before. The quilt should be long worn out by now as should the water bed. Nancy informed me that she does still have this quilt in her guest room.

5) Log Cabin – Mauve with dusty blue contrast – Sofa Throw – about 1989.

Made this quilt for a thank you gift for my brother Alan and his wife Janine in about 1985. I don’t remember this quilt much except that the color combination was a bit strange. Janine likes quilts and had one her mom made for her. The one I made wasn’t a very complicated pattern. As Janine’s home is clutter free I doubt that she kept this quilt all these years.
Once you start making quilts the left over scraps fill up bags and boxes. Either you bought too much fabric and have some decent sized chunks of fabric left or you cut to many strips and you have strips left. Then there are smaller pieces that are usable trimmed off the end of the strips.

We went to my brother Alan’s in Roseville, California one 4th of July when John was about 10 making it 1985. We must have driven to out as it seemed we had a car. I remember that Janine, my sister-in-law’s father was still living with them at the time.

Back in Colorado where we lived, we belonged to a swim/tennis club in Lakewood. It was one of those gathering places where you paid a fee, chipped in to keep the place tidy and hung out while kids jumped with glee all summer splashing in the pool. The kids were busy learning tennis at the time. I was the worse player in the family. When I served the ball inbounds I was so happy. A volley or two and then back to serving again. Stan had good ball savvy and John picked it up pretty easily too. Jamie and I were about the same skill.

Anyway, we took our rackets to California so we could play along the road at city parks close to our overnight motels stays. We stayed with my brother at his home. We found a near-by court close to Alan’s house. It was 107 degrees that day with baking dry heat. Stan and John played while Jamie and I waited under a shade tree for the end of the match. We quickly went back to their air conditioned house to retreat. We did go to a fireworks display in a park on 4th of July. It was still hot as blazes.

6) Log Cabin – Carmel beige and off white – Not quite finished yet.

This quilt was started in about the late 1980’s and not finished yet on 09-09-09. While the children were young I made arts and crafts during the week and participated in local fairs on the weekend. Some were in the parks such as the People’s Fair that started in the park by East high and some were in malls. In Lakewood the Villa Italia Mall was really popular. It had since seen its demise, was leveled and built back up in the 2000’s as Belmar, the heart of Lakewood. Lakewood really doesn’t have an old town or center. I guess if you call something the heart of Lakewood, over time it will be a gathering place for the community.

I was eager to learn quilting, but impatient with the tedium of sewing running stitches through the three thickness of pieced fabric, batting and backing. I heard about a technique where you make one block at a time machine sewing the backing, stuffing and piecing all at once. Log cabin pattern works for this type of approach. I have finished eight of these blocks, not enough to make a lap robe. I need to add one more. It’s only been thirty years since I worked on this project.

I remember taking my sewing machine to the Greeley Mall where I set up my work and finished craft projects to sell for a weekend. My mom lived in Greeley so I had a place to stay. I’m not sure if I brought the kids and mom watched them while I was at the mall working or if I left them with Stan.

Mom visited the fair several times that weekend. One time she brought Aunt Shirley Wayman. Shirley and mom were avid quilters. It was such a treat to have them both visit me at the mall. Shirley was enamored with the idea that I would sew all these pieces together with not much concern for really aligning the pieces or the perfection of the finished work. We all have a different approach to what makes us happy with out work.

Mom and Shirley talked about quilt patterns, shopped for fabric and both had some quilt projects started. Shirley work as a secretary in an attorney’s office. Today she probably would have been the attorney, but when she grew up secretary was about the top position women could achieve. She was smart as a whip. Shirley spent her lunch hour hand sewing triangles together for the lone star pattern. She started this in the 1970’s when harvest gold and avocado green were all the rage. She had bought some sheets of those colors in solid gold, green and multi-colored variation of those colors. Each day she would sew a few triangles together toward the goal of finishing the project. Unfortunately, she died an early death at about the age 63 of lung cancer for years of heavy smoking. She didn’t finish her quilt. Uncle Don gave mom a box of the half finished quilt. Mom worked diligently to finish the pattern and sew the top together. She paid about $300 for the ladies at the church to hand quilt it all together. She had that quilt on her spare bed for several years. When Mom passed on, the quilt was given back to Don Wayman.

Soon I’ll finish this log cabin quilt once I complete one more block and figure out how to sew the blocks together.

7) Log Cabin – Mauve with Dusty Blue – Sofa Throw 1994.
Neal Macintosh from New Zealand got this quilt in 1994.

Stan and I took our first international trip, not counting jaunts to Mexico and Canada, in about 1993. Our kids were old enough (John age 19, Jamie age 25) to take care of themselves so off we went to New Zealand. We joined the Friendship Force club that had exchanges to countries all over the world. People would stay at your home for a few days and you would stay at another family’s home for a few days. It was not a direct exchange between the same families, but different people each time.

In 1990, we had hosted a couple of young boys about age 18 from the then Soviet Georgia at the time John was taking Russian in high school. We tentatively planned a trip with Friendship Force to Russia or Egypt to see the pyramids. The USSR – Soviet Union was falling apart with the collapse of communism and the change of leadership. In Egypt tourists were being killed as they traveled in buses.

So our first Friendship Force trip was to New Zealand planned to bring in the New Year in 1995 in the first time zone of our globe. We stayed in northern New Zealand in Whangerei with a charming lady named Lexie Smythe. She lived on a dairy farm. We visited with her family and grandchildren who called hard candy – lollies. I talked to the little grandchild about our dogs we have as pets. She told me their dogs are working dogs that stay outdoors and heard the cows in when it’s time for milking.

On New Year’s Day, Lexie took us on an outing with her son on his day off. We went out in the ocean through the bay of islands in her son’s boat which he usually used on his work days to escort tourists through this beautiful area. How lucky we were to have met this particular family. We went out to one of the islands to meet Lexis’ daughter and their family who were camping on the beach at the edge of the woods.

After touring through New Zealand with a bus load of other Friendship Forcers, we stopped for another home visit with Neal Macintosh in Wanganui, which is close to the middle of the north island of New Zealand. He was a farmer who lived in the most charming new home with views from all windows overlooking rolling hillsides of lush green grass where his sheep grazed. He took his working dog up to gather the sheep and herd them around the fields.

Neal took us to watch shearing of some sheep. It is such an intoxicating, charming country. I bought a lush, creamy colored, hand knit, wool sweater in the nearby town. I still have the sweater and wear it on really chilly days.

Neal had a girl friend that could play the piano like nobody’s business. She was professional and also taught music lessons. We all went out to Neal’s orchards to pick a few kiwis hanging from the vines to make sure his crop was round kiwis not oval or flat. Flat ones were culled out. He showed us the forest of hard wood trees he was growing, knowing that he wouldn’t be around to see them when they matured in 50 years but wanted them there for future generations to come.

They said they liked the quilt and seemed happy about it. I don’t remember it except that maybe it was similar to the one I made for Alan with mauves and blues in the log cabin pattern.

8) Log Cabin variation – Black background with pansies and white eyelet – Sofa Throw – 1996.
Made for Gwenda and Glenn Shoobridge from the village of Chillingham, Australia.

Our next trip overseas was to Australia in about 1996. The first stop off was in tweed valley in Chillingham on the eastern coast line about mid-continent of Australia. This place was beautiful, about a 20 minute drive to the beach and nestled right at the edge of the rain forest. Glenn owned a trucking company that hauled fruits and vegetables throughout the region. Gwenda had just turned 50 and had a big party with her friends. I was turning 50 and this was the trip to celebrate.

One day Gwenda took us across the meadow in her pickup with the big flat bed. Lloyd, their white English bulldog with his odd looking nose, rode in the back of the pick-up. Through the grassy area over the dry river bed we went through the pathless field to visit the oldies, Glenn’s parents. They lived in a hundred year old house. Their parents were almost a hundred themselves. The house was small, just a couple of rooms. You could see the exposed rafters in the living room. We crowded around the kitchen table for some tea and a little cake. I’m sure Gwenda had planned the cake for her Mom to serve. The dad had just come from the hillside after gathering bananas.

Gwenda and Glenn lived on the other hillside across the meadow in a new home which coincidently had grey carpet. The black background with colorful pansies in the print seemed to fit right in with her style. I didn’t know much about these people when I made the quilt. It was a guess what would be an appropriate color for them.

9) Log Cabin – Blue background with Pansies and while eyelet – Sofa Throw – 1996.
Trisha and John Danielle-Web from Gosford, Australia (near Sydney) received the next quilt as a gift for staying with them on a Friendship Force trip.

The day we met Trisha and John, our hosts, both Friendship Force clubs went to breakfast overlooking the lovely gold coast beach. The sand is really gold colored and when you walk on it your feet sink down like a cushy sponge. We had bacon that was thick as a pork chop dripping with flavor.

Trisha and John lived on a hill overlooking a lagoon. They were a blended family from previous marriages and blended their names together. John was really into scouts and knew all the technical names of every plant in the region. Trish liked crafts and showed me some decoupage that she had started.

They took us to their near-by ocean beaches. I remember Trish mentioning that the ocean was a bit boisterous in certain areas, meaning the crash of the waves could pull you under. She found us a cove that was prefect to enjoy the wave action and the ocean. I remember there were small sponges washed up on the beaches. At the time I was just learning to make pottery and we used these types of sponges to work with the clay. I picked up a few on the beach and probably still have them.

Trish really liked the teal blue background in the quilt fabric and especially the pansies. The decoupage box she was making had pansies on it too. What a nice match up.

10) Log Cabin – Bright purple and turquoise Twin – 1995
Given to Subash and Sobana when we traveled to Hyderabad India in 1995.

Stan and I decided to go to India. We had heard it was such an exotic place. So when a trip to India was announced at our local Denver Friendship Force club, we joined the trip. This trip included a week’s home stay in Hyderabad, India with a family who had two boys age 18 and 20, about the same age as our children. Subash and Shobana Meta were interesting people. I remember Shobana telling me that she thought all American families were like what she saw on TV from the Jerry Springer show. She believed women should stay at home and care for the children and not work outside the home.

Life in India was different. The family we stayed with was middle class. They lived in a two-story three bedroom home. We stayed in the basement. We kept our belongings in a locked wall closet. The bathroom was tiled from floor to ceiling in blue. Water was at a premium so a trickle came out of the shower head. Their maid washed some of our clothes one day in the tiled bathroom by hand-scrubbing as if she were in a river. Our well-beaten clothes were hung out to dry on a line strung across the roof. A four foot porch surrounded the home. The five foot solid wall separating the rest of the neighborhood had glass shards on the top of the wall ledge to keep out intruders. When Shobana went out in the very early morning to pray with some friends, she locked the rest of the sleeping family members and us in the home from the outside. Good thing there was no fire.

The maid cleaned up the home each day, swept the dirt smooth in the front yard, then sprinkled rice flour in an interesting design in the drive way to welcome the neighborhood.

Most women wore bright colorful saris. It was not uncommon to see a sari blowing in the wind as a women rode through the dense traffic on their scooters.

The twin quilt that I made was in the brightest and strongest purples and deep turquoise that I have every used. It was prefect for India.

Around 2005, years later, Subash called from Houston and wanted to stop by for a visit. As I was busy working and Stan was just recovering from a heart attack, I really didn’t have the opportunity to take care of guests at the time. I talked with Subash for a while. He and Shobana had gone through a great tragedy when one their sons died at such a young age of unknown causes. He mentioned that they still remember the blanket that we gave them and have fond memories of our visit, as do we.

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3 May Baskets

11) May Baskets – Light turquoise and Yellow – Sofa Throw – 1993
Made this for Mom for maybe her 80th birthday or so about 1993.

I wanted to change the quilt pattern from Log Cabin to May Baskets. I probably put aside quilting for several years while life goes on.

I started working at EG&G – Rocky Flats in 1991. By 1992 I moved to procurement and worked with a gal named Donna Murray who was teaching me my new job. She was having a baby probably about 1993 and I wanted to make her a quilt for a gift.

This became a two quilt project in one. The May Basket pattern was pretty and different with all the triangles. This was another Eleanor Burns book, but a little harder than the log cabin pattern. I wasn’t really very efficient at measuring the fabrics for filling in the corners and the sides with the patterned block set on-point so Mom’s was a bit of a mess. I finished it anyway, but part of the pattern was lost under the borders. She was so nice she really never mentioned that I botched this one up.

The fabric was that French foo-foo flowery print that looked great no matter what you did with it. I used a turquoise and yellow fabric for this two color May Basket pattern. The soft turquoise and pale yellow were about the same intensity of color so the pattern almost blended together. May basket is a lot of work for blending. More contrast in needed to really show off this pattern. I used a really dense filling that is thinner and very warm. This was a change from previous quilts made with the puffy 80’s fat comforter look.

Mom used this quilt or at least kept it folded on the end of a spare bed. I have it now and use it every day on the sofa on chilly evenings. That dense thin stuffing is warm. I don’t notice the pattern problem really.

12) May Baskets – Light turquoise and Yellow – 4 block Baby quilt – 1993
This one was made for Donna Murray’s new baby girl in about 1993.

This pattern worked better as I had learned from the errors in Mom’s quilt of the same fabric described above. Donna loved it a lot. It was a big hit at the shower.

13) May Baskets – Peach with a black background prints for the basket – queen size – 1998
This was the first wedding present quilt I made for my niece Tracy Holmes when she married Steve Libby in the late 1990’s.

I was finally getting better with the May Basket pattern. It seems odd to make a wedding quilt with black in it, but black and white weddings were all the rage. Peach was a popular color at the time as people moved from those drab dusty blues and mauves of the 1980’s to peach for a short time.

14) May Baskets – Peach with black background prints for the basket – sofa throw – 1998
Made in the late 1990’s. This one was from the extra blocks from Tracy Holmes quilt.

I added pretty strong darker turquoise for the filling blocks between the May Basket blocks that were on-point. That really set off the quilt and made it more interesting. I used this on the sofa to warm up on chilly days for years until it was worn to sheds. It is long gone now and I don’t know where.

15) May Basket – Bright Kelly green print with white fabric that had a white printed design – 1994.
For Robert and Rebecca Truitt wedding present about 1994.

Robert and Ryan Truitt were twins and were best friends with John through grammar school and most of high school until they changed interests. There are several young boys who gathered at out home after school to play together. It was always satisfying to know where there were and what they were up to. Sometimes they would take a walk to the ditches and play in the empty culverts. God knows what really went on there and why boys were so intrigued with spiders and bugs that might be living in the dark holes. Other times they sat giggling in their high pitched young boys voices playing strategy games such as battleship, wars games and of course onto dungeons and dragons when they got a little older and their voices started changing. We always had a fridge full of sugar pop. Dr. Pepper was one of their favorites. Other times the kids would play their our version of war games against each other outside by the ditch with their wrist held pea shooters. They used pinto beans for ammunition. Good thing know one put their eyes out.

Years pasted and the gang still got together. Mostly John, Ryan, Robert, Gordie and Jake played together. Sometimes Darren would join them but not often. At least until the hormones set in and girls and studies for college became more the focus.

Robert tumbled head over heels for Rebecca when they met at his part time job at McDonalds. He was hell-bent to marry her as soon as he graduated from high school and he did. Rebecca as dressed in the puffiest bright white dress I have ever seen. It was interesting to see all of his friends dressed up for their modest wedding. Robert moved to Limon where he worked for Rebecca’s dad in his garage. He learned to fix cars and had kids right away.
Ryan went off and joined the Marines and last time I saw him years ago he had married a fellow Marine. He was in the intelligence section of the Marines. He brought over his little baby to show us.

Geordie worked on his PHD in Polish studies for a really long time and finally became a professor in Chicago.

Jake studied chemistry or some type of bio-tech subject, married and lives in the northwest with his wife he met on the internet.

John went on to CU to graduate with an engineering degree in Mechanical Engineering. His first job was as a computer scientist. Now with a masters degree from Tuff’s in computer engineering he can put those early strategy skills to work.

Derrick never did seem to focus his intellect like some of the rest of the boys. One time he picked John up in his Mom’s red sports car to chase around looking for mostly trouble. Last I saw him he was bagging groceries at the local market.

16) May Basket – Bright Kelly Green prints with white on white patterned print – 1993
One lonely block made into a lap robe when Mom was at Allison Care Center.

When I first started making quilts I liked to make an extra block so I could remember the quilt fabrics and patterns. Then I would finish the blocks into kind of a wall hanging for table cover. Jamie has a couple of them. Now I try to take a picture of the top and maybe the finish quilt if I remember to snap the shot. Sometimes I use up all the fabric or there is just enough to finish the pattern for the quilt with no spare blocks or scarps.
There was one block left from Robert and Rebecca’s wedding quilt. I had several different patterns of the same green color hue that I had used in the wedding quilt so each basket was different. I used strips of that fabric to border around the one quilt May Basket block. It made a pretty large lap robe.

I had forgotten that I made this one until I looked one day in the old round topped trunk my mom had given me. There is was waiting to be used bright green as the day is long. By that time around 2000 Mom had broken her hip when she took a stroll out the front door of the care home she was staying and fell. I remembered they called me in the middle of the night as said Mom was being stubborn about getting up and back into the house. Stan and I rushed to the house to check things out. Sure enough Mom was lying on their sidewalk, yes too stubborn to get up with quiet tears running down her cheeks from the pain she had suffered from her broken hip. I had never seen my Mom cry before as she had the stiff upper lip to always suck it up. I turned to the caregiver and said, “911 – that’s who you call. Can’t you see that she has broken her hip and can’t get up?”

Well, that was the end of that care center. I would not pay for the remainder of her month’s stay there as to me their services ended when they left my Mom on the sidewalk to suffer. They needed to change their name from Quality Care to something more appropriate.

After Stan and I followed the ambulance to the hospital and waited while they x-rayed to confirm the damage and then waited hours or was it days for her turn in the operating room, we lined up an appropriate nursing center close to our home. If you have every experienced one of these needed situations, you catch on real quick that personal items are not to be really considered as personal. Also all washing done by the centers, is with the hottest water and strongest soap.

We settled Mom in to Allison Care Center as best you can in this type of situation that she disliked. She had Alzheimer’s which added to the confusion or maybe took away part of the stress. All her clothing and articles were clearly marked with a permanent sharply with her name; France Swanson. We even printed a dog tag and attached it to her watch in hopes she could keep it for a while.

I knew she liked quilts and hoped that the bright green lap robe would cheer her up. So I wrote her name in large letters on the back of the quilt with the black sharpie. I put it on the end of the bed to brighten up the room. Sure enough next morning when I visited it was gone. I was furious at first and then started to look for it in other rooms. I guess people wonder off with each other’s stuff from time to time. I found it at the end of one of the other resident’s beds. I talked to the people at the nurses station, who assured me that it belonged to the other lady. Give a break. Who on earth would have a quilt just like that one made of bright green fabric in the May Basket pattern. I escorted them to the other resident’s room and turned the quilt back. Right their in extra big letters was the name – Frances Swanson.

We moved the quilt back to Mom’s room, but that quilt didn’t have much staying power. It disappear to be lost forever at the next washing cycle. I hope whoever took it really needed it and enjoyed it.

17) May Basket – Yellow and white 5-20-2003
Frances Swanson’s 90th birthday 5-20-2003

I had been working at a full time job for about since 1991 and had put aside lots of my craft and pottery projects. I went to a team building seminar with my co-workers. Along with business information there was a section on goal setting. This really hit home when you view life from what is left not where you have been. I was 57 at the time and figured I had about 20 more years to get things accomplished before I slowed down toward retirement. I had lots of fabric of my own and bags of fabric pieces from my mom when she moved from her home into a retirement apartment. Every time I made a quilt I noticed for tops you really didn’t use up much of the fabric stash. I figured that I had enough fabric to make a thousand quilts. I made a commitment that day to give it try.

When I started I had the plan to use up the fabric I had collected. In working through some of the projects I noticed that when fabric was on sale a new piece here or there really perked things when making some patterns or adding borders to the edges or the pieces top.

I thought it would be important that the first quilt I made starting this 1,000 quilt project would be for my mom as she was instrumental in teaching me how to sew and she loved quilt projects so much during her live time.

18) May Basket – Yellow and white background 4-23-2003
Josh Arnold’s first baby girl born 4-23-2003

While working for Qwest, I met the most interesting people. Josh Arnold was one of those folks. He was young eager to learn, friendly and polite. His enthusiasm for his job and outlook for the cheery side of life was contagious. He and his wife were expecting their first baby about the time I met him. He was so excited. I was going to be a little girl, the first on his side of the family for a generation or so of boys.

While making Mom’s 90th birthday quilt, it saved out four blocks of the same May Basket pattern for a quilt for Josh’s new baby. The yellow print for so cute with cheery butterflies in the print. His wife Julian was an artist and wanted to know right away the name of the pattern when she saw this quilt. They are such a nice family. Josh went on to work other places, but was such a joy to my life at the time I knew him and met his wife and little girl.

His little girl was born the same day as my sister, Nancy’s birthday. I will always remember both of their special days.

) Double Irish Chain – Black background with rose floral print and white – Queen – 1999
Beth Henry and Adam Jones wedding quilt.

Beth Henry, Geordie Jones, Tricia Hicks and my son John hung around together after school when they were in high school. They kept track of each other on holidays and summer vacation when they all went off to college in different cities. Still to this day they keep tabs on each other now that they have families and/or jobs that have taken them out of our Lakewood community. Its is good to see bonds of friendship last through the decades.

When Beth went to college in Durango she met the love of her life, Adam Jones. They married and are living happily every after raising their three little kids; Caleb, Zoey and Harmony. At the time they married black weddings and decorating with black was all the rage. Wedding parties had elegant bridesmaids in black gown framing the bride in white. I thought it would be interesting to make Beth a quilt for her wedding out of May Basket triangles of black background with small rose colored prints. I used white eyelet for the background to dress it up. It is always pleasurable to make a quilt for someone’s wedding as a special day of remembrance.

Fifteen years later in 2013, Beth mentioned that her quilt needed some repair. I have seen these before. The seems are usually wore and almost impossible to fix. I found a bag of scraps from when I made her quilt in 1998. When I went to her house to check out the damage I found that only the back had shown wear. Beth had removed most it. I took it home and ripped out the seems on the edge the held the remainder of the backing, clipped the few remaining hand ties and tossed the old batting and edges. It was amazing that the quilt top was in such good shape. I washed it and put it back together with new batting and a new sheet for the back. Beth and Adam were happy to have it back in tack again. Wishing them 15 more years.

20) May Basket – Pink with green polka dot and muslin background 6-6-2009
Brittany Kihlthau Nielsen and Shellby Nielsen wedding 6-6-2009

In 2007, I found the most exciting fabric with polka dots. There was turquoise with brown and the compliment brown with turquoise. Another had black with white dots and their compliment. I bought a few yards of bright pink with lime green and the compliment green with pink polka dots. I made a few blocks of the May Basket pattern using muslin as the background. The idea was that I would have some blocks that were green with pink dots and some that were pink with green dots in the same quilt. When I laid out the blocks on the floor I discovered that using both colors was a little overly busy looking. I decided to make a pink polka dot quilt and a green one. I finished the tops a year or two ago and hung them in the closet just waiting for the right people or occasion to finish them up. It turns out that both tops were queen size and were given for wedding gifts in 2009.

My grand niece Brittany had fallen in love with Shelby while she was in college. She planned for over a year for her wedding June 6, 2009. I asked my sister what colors Brittany liked. When she said pink, I knew just the quilt that I would finish up for her. Stan and I took a trip to South Dakota and on the way through Nebraska dropped off the quilt for Brittany. It is really pink as I used pink plaid for the borders, so I’m sure she will enjoy it for a while at least. It was certainly fun to make.

21) May Basket – Green with pink polka dot with muslin background
Sarah Fischer Jones (Rachel’s Sister) for her wedding 7-2009

The rest of the May Basket patterned blocks that were green with bright pink polka dots were set aside for a while. I had several yards a taupe/grey subtle print that had been lying around in my stash of fabric. That fabric just didn’t seem to go with anything. One day I noticed that it would work with the bright green May Basket blocks as the filler when the patterned blocks were set on-point. I finished this up and used up every scrap of the taupe/grey and the green in the borders. That was my goal after all, to use of the fabrics. It came out very pretty.

It hung in my closet next to the pink May Baskets for the same time. In 2009 I made a point to try to finish up the tops that I had been making the past several years. I had 25 hanging neatly in the closet with no homes or plans. I do enjoy piecing them all together; however it wouldn’t do my family any service to find a closet full of unfinished tops when I pass on. Finishing quilts is not quite as fun as making the tops and watching the patterns and colors emerge from strips of fabrics. It’s September now and I have finished 12 tops. Two of them were the wedding May Basket quilts, one in pink and one in green.

Sarah is my daughter-in-law Rachel’s sister. Sarah is such a bubbly person who fills Rachel and John’s life with joy when they spend time together. She is our granddaughter, Anya’s Godmother. When I heard she was getting married, I made a point to finish up this quilt for her and her husband Chris. When Rachel and John were visiting in May, they took the quilt back to Boston with them for Sarah and Chris. I had doubled up the batting to make it nice and warm for the winter. We packed it in those nifty plastic bags that you suck all the air out to make it flat enough to fit in their luggage. Sarah and Chris liked it. This quilt was one of the prettiest I’ve made. Must be all the practice with the other May Basket patterned quilt I had made.

This would make the fifth wedding quilt I had made for a wedding gift;
1) Tracy Holmes Libby,
2) Robert and Rebecca Truitt,
3) Beth Henry and Adam Jones,
3) Brittany Kihlthau and Shellby Nielsen and
4) Sarah Fischer and Chris Jones.

22) May Basket – Chocolate with Turquoise polka dots
Top finished 2007 – Waiting to be stuffed and for backing.

Part of the stash of fabric that I bought during my polka dot phase included chocolate with deep turquoise polka dots. Browns were just making a come back in 2007 edging out blacks as the standard. Shirts, tops, pants and suits were showing up in department stores in chocolate brown along with sheets and pillows and other home decorating ideas. This fabric really sang out to me.

I found a pretty large scrap of fabric from Mom’s collection that was deep turquoise that I used for the background. There was only enough fabric to make a through to fold up on the bottom of the bed.

In Mom’s stash of fabrics I found a turquoise with small white printed design. It just blended with the other colors in the May Basket block. Mom must have made a dress with this fabric as the facing pattern for the sleeve was still pinned onto the fabric. I just had enough of this to fill between the blocks.

Some day I’ll finish that up the top with the stuffing and backing. It is really striking with these intense colors.

I sold this quilt for $135 at a garage sale Dec 2012. The lady who bought it just loved the colors.

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4 – Ohio Star

Hanna Williamson’s Ohio Star Pink Barbie Doll 7th Birthday Quilt

Detail of Hanna Williamson’s Pink Barbie Doll 7th Birthday quilt – Sept 2003

Anya’s Bright Pink with Yellow Baby Quilt

Detail of Nancy’s Burgundy Ohio Star

Nancy’s Burgundy Ohio Star

Nancy’s Burgundy Ohio Star

Nancy Ohio Star made from scraps from our Mom – Frances Swanson

Aug 2003 – Joyce with blocks for Jamela’s Navy Ohio Star

Detail of Jamela’s Navy Ohio Star

Jamela’s Navy Ohio Star

John Kropewnicki Ohio Star variation – a gift when he moved to his new house in Somerville.
Making Apple’s for John’s Ohio Star

Making John’s Ohio Star

Detail of John’s Ohio Star

John’s Ohio Star

Detail of Bright Pink with Yellow Ohio Star

Bright Pink with Yellow Ohio Star

Ohio Star – Bright pinks and yellows – double bed
Top finished

Ohio Star Pink – Baby Quilt
Baby Quilt for Marilyn Dieckhoff’s granddaughter – Alexander

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5 Wind Mill

July 2003 Joyce with blocks for Wind Mills for Orange quilt and pink quilt. These were assembly line sewn at the same time.

Wind Mill – Orange with printed paisley and pepper mill fabric – Wall Hanging
Joyce’s in spare bedroom as window covering. Top 7-2003. Finished 1-2009

Wind Mill – Orange with white printed fabric of paisley and pepper mills

Detail of Wind Mill – Orange with printed fabric of paisley and pepper mills 7-12-2003

After restarting my quilt fest in 2003 and a couple of successes with triangles in the May Basket pattern, I decided to make the triangles bigger and use them as Wind Mill blocks. I pawed through the stack of fabrics that Mom had left. She had a lot of odd pieces in a variety of colors. I found a really interesting paisley print in orange hues and a white print with orange pepper mills. I remember that pepper mill print. It seems that when I was about twelve Mom made me a summer jumpsuit type outfit with this print that included shorts and a sleeveless top. It must have been pretty complicated to make and pretty odd looking judging from the look of the fabric. It is the thoughtfulness that counts. I think I wore it to one of the church picnics. Several people commented on the outfit, but probably thought it was a little odd looking with orange pepper mills. I probably never wore it again.

I had another odd halter top that I wore occasionally in the summer. The top was grey with dusty yellow big ole’ polka dots. I was and still am very modest and didn’t want anyone to see my breast. I’m sure it was cute and all, but I much preferred shirt. Now t-shirts fit my fancy just fine for after work and weekend wear.

Well I took the orange paisley and orange pepper mills and made as many wind mill block as I could, which was only five. I alternately placed them between a solid orange that I found in the same group of fabrics and then bordered it with the rest of the pepper mills fabric along with a plan white border.

I really liked this quilt which was only big enough for a wall hanging. I loaded it up with two lavers of fill to make is nice and cushy looking. I put an extra strip of fabric on the back to hold a dowel so it could be hung on the wall. It turns out I needed a covering for our basement window as I had guests stay there occasionally so I placed a yardstick in the fabric channel and hung it between two bookcases. It sure brightens up the room.

23) Wind Mill – Rose with solid polished cotton – Sofa Throw
Marilyn Dieckhoff – 2006????

Marilyn Dieckhoff’s Pink Wind Mills July 2003

Details of Marilyn Dieckhoff’s Pink Wind Mills July 2003

My good friend Marilyn from work and I shared a lot of artsy/crafty experiences. She was really good with tools, hammers, saws, pliers and the like when she repaired and dolled up antiques she found. I was better at the softer things like fabric and squishy clay. On our lunch we sometimes would shop at the local craft stores. She would be looking at flower pots she could paint and decorate, then fill with goodies to cheer up her friends. I honed into the fabric section of the store.

Right after I started my quilt sewing fest I looked diligently through the fabrics trying to match things up to use up the fabrics Mom and I had collected. It is sometimes a tedious task as amounts of fabric are limited and skills working with different patterns were also limited. I had a couple of quilt pattern books to refer to from 1976 when I first started to be interested in this hobby.

I was working with triangles as you could sew several together at a time and then just cut them apart. The patterns were easier and corners seemed to match up pretty accurately. I loved the log cabin eyelet fabric that I used for the Australian ladies. I was shiny and elegant looking. I shopped to find eyelet, but only found really poor quality that I didn’t want to even use – yet.

I found a dusty rose and mixed that with white eyelet for the triangles. I made them into windmills. I only had enough fabric for a few. I filled in between them with solid rose colored polished cotton that seemed to complement the shine of the eyelet in the windmills.

I just about had this quilt top finished when a tragedy struck my friend Marilyn’s family. We knew about each other’s children and some of their goings on. Her daughter, Leslie, was just settling down with a nice person who unfortunately decided to take his own life on one fateful day. I one moment hopes and dreams were dashed for Leslie. Marilyn was right there to comfort her in their grief.

I quickly finished the rose colored windmill quilt and gave it to Marilyn to cheer her up. I’m sure she enjoyed it and appreciated that it was one of the first ones I finished since starting this quilt fest.

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