Closure

End of the season

September October

Taking down the curtains

Packing up

Taking food home

Defrosting refrigerator

Collecting liquids to take home

Covering belongings

Moving furniture

Setting mouse bait

Shutting off water

Draining the pipes

Adding antifreeze

Cleaning boat

Rolling boat inside

Storing the wind sock,

the garden stones,

           the solar fountain,

                                the loon and the seagull

Closing the Cabin

Hungarian Blue Blocks On-Point

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Overall Quilt size 49” x 66” (bed or couch throw)

Traditional pattern with the quilt blocks on-point using the Hungarian blue blocks with white blocks (white on white floral).

The backing and borders are blue batik.

It was machine quilted by Sandy Stark using cotton batting.

This quilt idea came about in fall, 2015 while looking for information about Hungary.  While reading and exploring Hungary I learned that Hungary was known for Kékfestő the traditional Hungarian textile art of blue-dyeing in a process similar to batik.  To create Kékfestő white cotton fabric is block printed to form the pattern with wax and then dyed blue.  When the wax is removed the pattern is revealed. 

 After checking for sources of Kékfestő online I found a source for a charm pack (fifty  5 x 5 in squares) in Great Britain. The quilt was finished in March, 2016.

 

A Stone

This picture arrived by text letting me know that the stone to mark the grave of my dad had been placed at the cemetery in Albert City.  It has been ten months since he died.  We knew that the monument company would place the grave marker after winter weather and before Memorial Day.

The memories of cemetery and returning Dad’s body to earth came back. Hearing the words,

 “In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to almighty God our brother Melvin, and we commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

Sitting in the front row in front of the coffin with family and friends surrounding us.  Sharing flowers from the blanket bouquet on the coffin.  Watching as they partially lowered the coffin.  Turning and walking away and being greeted by family and friends.  Taking pictures….and finally driving away.

And then the memories of being a child and a day or two before Memorial Day Mom and Dad would put us in the car.  In the trunk were our collection of vases with a spike on the bottom that could be pushed into the ground and hold fresh flowers but also assorted bouquets of artificial flowers and wreaths.  Just before we left Mom would cut flowers from our yard…I seem to remember some bridal wreath and irises.  At Albert City Dad would name the graves of Grandma and Grandpa Samuelson, Great Grandma and Grandpa Samuelson, a baby’s grave.  We would then move to another location and find Dad’s uncle and another set of great grandparents.   In the later years when we were with Mom and Dad at the cemetery Dad would then point to the vacant spots for him and Mom.

Smitty Gifts

 

 

Smith Brothers in Clinton, Iowa is still there.  Smith Brothers is an everything store.  A general store from bygone era, a hardware store, a department store, a gag store, a home goods store with cast iron pots and pans, enamel ware, wash tubs, wooden drying racks.

When we stopped recently the door was locked but it appeared to still be in business.  There are 4 entrances – one has appliances in front of it, one is boarded up, one was padlocked, and one had a recycling bin in front of it.

Looking through the big windows we could see the wonders inside.  Signs of all shapes and sizes, a Cowboy Bible (a flask) enamel ware, antiques, parts, cast iron everything- skillets, Dutch oven,  a kettle to put on the fire and invert the lid for a stove top, several varieties of pans to make corn bread. 

When we lived in Clinton my husband would poke around at Smith Brothers.  At Christmas, gifts started appearing from Smith Brothers – quirky gifts under the tree for everyone.  A thermometer, a bird feeder, a pruning shears, a trowel, a wrench, a tape measure.  It evolved into Smitty gifts and continues through 3 moves and 24 years.  Smitty gifts are still under our Christmas tree!

24 hours

We attended the movie Whiskey Tango Foxtrot last night.  For me it was an okay movie…not great nor horrendous.  Son 1 suggested that the title was code with the initial first letters.  I don’t know if that was the intent but indeed a bit of googling revealed that whiskey, tango, foxtrot is indeed military code for wtf….and since the dialogue probably included the third word about one-third of the discourse, it makes sense.

 

This AM I walked our “woods” with Sneakers.  It was about 40 degrees so more than walk it was stop and sniff…trees, melting snow, clumps of grass, tree limbs.  We met a well-bearded man who rides his bike with a small motor on it.  Today he was towing a small trailer – bicycle-size – and he was loading downed branches on it.   As I walked by he said, “I’m building a log cabin.” Willow Creek was moving along and the ducks were playing leapfrog and honking.  Spring is coming.

 

After the movie and throughout today I’ve been cutting and sewing to complete a second LWR quilt.  The challenge is to use the fabric available and end up with a 64 x 84 top that can be tied and finished.

 

Tonight we’ll meet John for supper and follow the Hawks and the MC girls in the basketball finals in Des Moines.

 

Inaugural Snowshoe

Yesterday (Jan 29) was my first snowshoe day this winter.  First, for a variety of reasons, but mostly because "my" path, Willow Creek, hadn’t frozen. 

 

It was a sunny beautiful day.  I heard a bird and thought I located it in a tall tree in our neighbor’s yard.  I’d snowshoe toward it and see it. It would go silent.  I start to go toward it hearing it above the shushing and stop and look. 

 

After several starts and stops it dawned on me the bird call was the binding of my snowshoe.