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Quiet Spring

Hello,
This week I seem to have finished up lots of things. Clearing the decks is always a good thing in my mind.   It is like the raking I have done this week to clear out the gardens for new growth.   One needs to move on.

Yesterday Liz ands  I went to “Sew What”, a recycle sewing supplies shop in Auburn NY .   It felt great spending my money to up cycle materials that other sewers no longer needed.     I know that as a society we are generating far too much material that can easily end up on land fills  or polluting the water.  That is really only  a poor solution for our planet.    This resel/recycle shop is so much better!      Liz purchase two quilting hoops as they were so inexpensive and she did not know what would work best for her.    She also sorted through there button    bin to find some 50’s buttons to make a bracelet for herself.   As you can see I made a bigger purchase- but it is all stuff that I can and will use.  I used the pre wrapped bobbin thread today in my machine when I did the illustration  for Childhood.    They had a wide selection of sewing related materials, yarns and books.    It is a good resource and I will donate to it as I sort through my studio and support it by stopping and purchasing materials that I will use in my work.    We all need to take care of this world and recycling is one of the best ways we can all do our small part.

Pixies was the only group that meant this week. Susan challenged us to draw last week and these two are my answer to that. The Woman is my Mom.

 

 

These are my favorite red shoes.

 

 

 

Progress Report: Coral Sea II This work is 16 X 18. I enjoyed embellishing this work. The fish are made from fancy ribbons so they will not fray.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twilight Crows This work is 40″ X 48″. I cut all the stencils in the past and just used them together in a different arrangement this time. Most of the other fabric are altered as well.

 

 

 

 

 

Lap Quilt # 10 This work is 37″ X 51″. I so enjoy just putting fabrics together to create a new unit. I always seem to make extra filler and I am challenging myself to use that as the starting off point for then next one.

 

 

Scrap Happy. I finished this scrap happy this week. I plan to pass it on to my granddaughter.

 

 

 

 

 

Poppy Fields I was frustrated by this work and Liz suggested that I stamp on it to build up the contrast. I am much happier with it now. I plan to push forward now.

 

New base I built this base of all silks. It proved to be a challenge to get them all strait. I plan to use it for a base for my next leaf exploration piece.

 

 

 

 

Horsetails This quilt is a result of a dream I had this week. I have no idea where it came from, but I am enjoying the process. I have not tried couching poplr fleece before.

 

 

 

Daily Practice I am done stitching all the units down now and moving on to the background. I am about one forth done with that step on this section.

 

Stencils   I cut and printed some new and stencils that I mixed with some other ones.  A fun way to build more complexity in my work.

 

Childhood Memories – Sophomore Year II
I was always good at sports and   loved the gym class that meant alternate days with the Health class. Indiana is a big basketball state and Muncie Central was a real sports  power house .They had won the state   Basketball championship several times and for  two years in a row before I attended. I was looking forward to playing basketball in high school, so when  the school  morning announcement   made no mention of girls  basketball try-outs, Iwas  baffled.  After  the second day announcement of boys try-outs, I went to the Principal’S office and asked. The Vice Principal told me that” We don’t do that, because its not “ Lady-Like”. When I asked Dad about this, because I knew he had coached girls ball, he just laughed. “ Carol,” Dad said, “ There is only one gym and if there is a girls team, that would cut the practice time for boys in half.” That realization made me quite angry. I also realized that the cards were stacked against me and there was little I could do. I sort of worked on the issue of girls sports with Miss Anderson and by the time I was a senior there was a girls Track team and I was on it. No threat to the boys with that sport. We had the hand me down uniforms from the boys team. I was the base for the relay team and we won several races. I do have one ribbon from that activity.    I took synchronized S swimming at the YMCA as my  fall Junior year  physical ed class and joined that team. I was glad that having  straight hair was popular as the class was just before lunch and my hair was dry by the time my first class started. There was no travel for the swimming team and we did only  two performances . Despite the lack of outside support, I did have fun. I can still do all the fun moves we learned like  the clam shell and star fish.
> Lunch was a full hour and I  often at in the Cafeteria .   Sometimes I spent some of my lunch hours playing Chess with the Chess Club  that met  in one corner of the big room. We were also allowed to leave campus at noon to eat in the community. I got in trouble financially with that in October . I went with a couple of other gals to the Woolworths counter and  where we ate lunch. The cost of one Woolwoth lunch was more then a whole weeks work of lunch from the school lunch room. I should have realized early on – but the social aspect of it captured me. The last week of Oct I had only 15  cents in my pocket. Just enough to purchase milk at school at three cents a box for the week. So I stopped going to lunch with the “in crowd” and carried peanut butter sandwiches that week. I needed to learn that lesson. Being downtown also presented other temptations. There were three bookstores in the downtown area and I used them to purchase many paper back books. I know I spent money on every copy of an Edger Rice Burrows book I could find. Charm bracelets were all the rage at this time and I often checked out jewelry stores for charms for my self and gifts for friends Birthdays. My friend Ann’s parents owned a jewelry store there too. I did go several times and looked at charms there, but found they were just a little bit more expensive than the other stores, so they did not get much business from me. I still have my three bracelets that include charms from all the states I had lived in and some of my interests,   another bracelet that is all gifts , and a third , witch was the last one I built and it is very eclectic with a small Opal, a cowboy, a part of scissors  and a graduation hat , among other things.

Please take good care of yourselves
> Carol

 

 

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Winter White

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Hello,
Winter has made its self present in central New York. We get a fresh addition of snow every day and it is starting to build up. The new add on’s do keep it looking fresh however and white.    It is amazing how white, black  and a bit of gray can be so beautiful!  I have had a quiet but busy week. I did deliver the twin Scarp Happy quilt on Monday and promptly started another. Some how no face contact with folks is starting to diminish the joy of sharing. I have become acutely aware how important saying “Thank You” is.   I am still a little burnt by giving 21 quilts to the nursing home and having the guard tell me to drop them on the floor while he continued to play on his phone. He said my contact  was unavailable. I  still do not know if the woman I talked with  on the phone got the quilts or they went out in the trash. That was three weeks ago.  I know that everyone is busy and Covid complicates things, but I did leave my business card in all the bags, so one hopes they could find me if they wanted to.
I did get a great deal of joy in the mail this week with two different events. My Spoonflower order arrived and I am delighted with the results. I will have to feature it in a work soon. My second delight came in the form of a package from Robert of the Pixies group. It was a new hat! It make me smile from ear to ear every time I look at it. It sure made our Zoom meeting fun as we all had new toppers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Textile Artist Stitch Club assignment for this week  was from Valerie Goodwin. I have had several classes with her and find her to be a strong teacher. We made a map of our neighborhoods using Goolgel maps as our jumping off point. It was fun and I enjoyed doing the hand work.   The purple round objects are my trees as viewed from above.

Progress Report: Scarp Happy This work is going quickly as I already had a backing done from some time in the past.

 

 

 

 

 

Crow Fabric Collage I could not make the crow that I did last week work by its self, so I made a second one yesterday. I like to do things in odd numbered groups so I will make a third feature unit this week to mix with the two done ones.

 

 

 

Autumn Fall The base is all assembled and quilted so now I can add the Tyvec leaves on top. I am doing the vanes by machine first. It takes me about 12 min to do each one.   I am about half way done with the vain work.

 

 

 

 

Black base I am doing more hand work with the wool treads that Nancy gave me. This is a second piece of black fabric that I tried to discharge last summer so there are some slight color changes in the black.   I am exploring with my stitches.

Daily Practice Because I am using the  same wool and lots of old dyed lace this work is moving along a lot faster then I expected.  Wool needs bigger stitches and that fills thing in quickly.  Fun work however.

 

 

 

New Lap Quilt

I have pulled these fabrics for my next lap quilt.

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood/ Adolescents Memories Jr High
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> My entry into Storer Jr High was different in many ways.
> I was just Carol McElhinney , one student among many  and my parents were not known in this community . Though Dad was in the Education department at Ball State Teachers collage, he was also new .   With time  his name became know and that short unanimity disappeared, that only   changed when I married Eric and changes my last name. Then I  did get out from under Dad’s big shadow. The middle school went from 7th grade to Freshman year and there were over 350 students in each grade level. This was a another big difference .My school records from Carroll followed me and I was placed in a low level home room with Mr Dillon. He was our teacher for Language Arts. I don’t recall much instruction , but I do remember lots of sustained silent reading with book reports to follow. The report was  a simple, title, author and short plot line. Since I had really started to understand how to decode the printed word over the summer, it was a real growing experience. By the end of the first semester ,Mr Dillon moved me a different home room. That was a math home room and since I did well with numbers, it worked well for me. My new English teacher was Mrs Middelton .  I had her for 9th grade too. I do remember one incident in her class very well. We were silently reading O Henry’s short story, “Ransom of the Red Chief.” I saw the story so vividly in my mind that I burst out laughing in the silent room. I got quiet embarrassed , settled down and started reading.   But again I got so lost in the story and soon  was laughing uncontrollably again. Mrs Middelton sent me to set in the hall for the rest of the period to finish the story and not distract anyone else. Years later when Eric and  I visited Storer on a teachers’s visitation day our paths crossed again. She recognized me and told Eric the story of that day. Later that spring, she hired Eric for a teaching job there.
> My school was about a mile from our house and across the creek that ran behind our home. There was  one foot bridge  near the school   and no road crossing the creek until one was a mile and a half from home.    I often rode my bike to school early as I had a job. I was the kid who opened and ran the school book store. I would go to the office and pick up the cash box and key to open the big display cabinet were a few simple school supplies were kept. Paper, note books, pencils, compasses, rules and such, were what the store  sold. After locking up I went to Math class first period. My seat was behind John Isenbarker, one of the popular Jocks. He was a quarter back for the football team and a center for the basketball team. When we were paired to do work together I Learned how lazy he was. I had too much self worth to let the “ big man on campus”, copy my homework so he sort of black balled me. It was a big enough school that I still survived.

Miss Fisher was the girls gym teacher and I really liked her. I  experienced the  big change in the rules of how girls played basketball. In eighth grade, girls played half court and I was a forward.    We never crossed the center line.  In ninth grade after the rules changed, it was full court like the boys played basketball ,and I was a guard. I remember a fierce competition between Jo Ann Walker and myself. Jo Ann was in Mr Dillon’s class so we had a bit of a history . She was scrappy, and taller then I was. I came home with many scratches on my arms after basketball games from her aggressive attitude. This was also about the time I realized that the world was stacked in favor of boys and men. I was quite upset and angry about this. Dad and I had several talks on that subject. In the end, I went away from those talks with Dad’s assurance that I could do what ever I wanted and I would have his support.

Take good care of your self

Carol

 

 

Childhood Memories, Mayan - Lead Dancer, Mayan- Water Dancer, Pixies Group, Quilt Exploration Group (QuEGs), Scrap Happy Quilts, Sisterhood of the Scissors, Squares a Dancing

Fresh Snow

Hello,
We had our first big snow over night. It is so lovely how the snow softens all the sharp edges of things and cleans up the world a bit. I did not have to do too much of the shoveling so I am sure I enjoyed it more then my Husband.
I had four Zoom meetings this week so I feel very full of inspiration. The QuEGs group meant on Tue. There were only three of us, but it was still enjoyable as Sue Ellen had lots of table runners to share. FAB meant yesterday and that was exciting as we added two new old friends to the mix. Then the Pixies meant in the afternoon yesterday. Good to talk with these Florida folks. They had rain while we got the cold version. Today the Sisterhood of the Scissors meant.
          I finished up Kathy’s Quilt on Monday and it got delivered yesterday. It went through some modifications from last week. This shot is of the finished work and Kathy.

 

 

 

 

Progress Report: Water Dancer This quilt is 20″w X 25″ l. I am quite pleased with how the water came out.

 

 

The strong graphic quality of these works sure make them eye catchers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lead Dancer I have moved on to the Lead Dancer piece now. This step of cutting and placing the parts,  always takes a lot longer then I think it will.

 

 

Bone Dancer While I was working on the Lead Dancer I got going on the drawing for this one too. I am still not real happy with it or I would have started the cutting of the fabric for it as well.   Time and thinking will help.

 

 

 

 

Scrap Quilts I only need to do the quilting on this work and it will be done. I am working on assembling two more scrap backs for the other two quilts in this series.

 

 

 

 

Squares a Dancing I just keep shuffling these squares about. I am not pleased with any solutions yet so I will keep playing until I do.

 

 

 

 

Old Mayan In my search for fabric for one project, I came across this old batik of a Mayan seated figure. I guess that really proves I have been in love with their style for a long time as I have no memory of when I did this piece. I started quilting it this week and will add it to the show of the other pieces if I get it done in time.

Christmas Gifts     I made three polar fleece comforters for the kids this week.  They are all boxed and wrapped now .  It has been the year of cover   gifts from  me.

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories- 7th grade Science- the Rabbit
There was one other big event in Mom’s Science class. She was teaching us about how the body works for all mammals. She talk about how they all had common parts like lungs, hearts, livers and so on. The text book everything was drawn and so very clean. I’d helped Mom and Grandmother prepare Chickens for eating so I was a little more aware then some kids. She decided to dissect a rabbit so we could see and generalize from that experience. We were prepted and and she had us all come to the front of the class room and gather around her. First she anathematized the rabbit. One of the boys pulled the rabbits tail and out popped a little “raisin”. We all laughed, Mom quickly got control of the class and then she cut into the rabbits chest to the heart. She wanted us to see the heart mussel at work. I remember being surprise at how small it was, about the sise of a shooter marble, and how fast it was beating. We could easily see the blood being pushed into the arteries. Then she cut away more of the body to show more of the parts and she cut the heart out. In doing so there was a big surge of the artery and blood spurted out onto Bill Wilson’s arms. Now Bill was a bit of a bully and he always had to be at the front of everything, but he was not prepared for this to happen. Mom quickly sent him to the sink to wash off. With the rabbit now dead she went on with the digestion explaining and showing us the parts as she went. Bill went and sat in his desk for the rest of the lesson and he was never quite so pushy after that.
At home things were quiet in the evenings. One of our little rituals was nightly Reading. While Gene or I were in the bath tub cleaning up, the other child would set with mon on the floor outside the bathroom with the door ajar while she read to us. She read some of the books I had purchased from the book clubs in the earlier grades. I have very vivid memories of two books. The first was “Yellow Eyes.” That was a book about a mountain lion, all told from the cats point of view. The other book was “The Mystery at Thunderbolt House.” That book was about a family that had inherited a mansion in San Francisco in 1849. At the end of the summer after they moved, there was a big earth quake and fire. I found that story fascinating and I still have a copy of that book somewhere.
Not only was Dad gone, there were other changes too. Over the summer five houses were built in the meadow where the creek was. That made for more kids to play with- mostly boys. The big empty lot where we usually played baseball was sold and a pink marble Methodist church was being built there too. We did roam around in the basement structure for a few weeks before it got closed off. One of the boys in the new houses was Chris Moore. During the winter he and I spent a lot of time playing chess.

Stay Safe

Carol

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Wild Temperatures

Hello,

This week has been one of wild temperature swings here. We where in the low 20 one day and had snow.    It was light and I liked how it stayed on the fallen leaves and pine needles.  Then the weather turned up and yesterday and today temperatures are set for nearly 70.       Our Indian Summer is set to last through Saturday. I sure enjoy it.
I spent a lot of time in Zoom meetings this week. There was a great meeting of Sisterhood of the Scissors. We are revising the 3X3 challenge of 2019. We were to make nine little quilts that could be put together or work independently.   I was the only person who followed through and did it last time.  I ended up uniting mine. I decided to challenge myself to doing this a second time. I will put that image in the Progress section.
The Pixies, FAB and QuEG’s meant too. I am bowed up by all the talk and support that they provide.

Progress Report:   Fish Bones  This quilt is 37″ X 29″.   I did free motion drawing for all the fish images on nylon netting that was trapped between two layers of wash away.

 

The curvy cut background adds a great feeling of movement I think.

 

 

 

Rabbit Dancer Mayan Series I finished the quilting of this work yesterday. I will add the binding and sleeve and it will be complete for next week.

Fire Dancer Mayan Series As I am nearly done with Rabbit Dancer I got busy and started the Fire Dancer this week.   I did the enlargement and the face base  is pinned in place at this point.

 

3 X 3 challenge II I built these nine patches and then realized that the smallest size of the units for the challenge is 12″ squares. These will only be 9″ when they are trimmed so I need to get creative and add to them to fit the challenge.

 

 

Ethel Scraps I keep adding the strips and leftovers together to created these big   unit pieces. I will cut them into 5″ squares today before I make any more units. I still do not see much of a dent in the box of per cut strips of Ethel’s that    I started with.  I am enjoying using them however.  I made a little personal rule to not begin assembling any blocks until I had made the 5″ squares for 21 days. Today is day 16 so I am getting close to moving onto the next step in this project.

Burn I got a little frustrated while I was working on this project because the machine kept freezing up on me while I was doing free motion work. I could sew for about a min and then it would stop and tell me to remove thread from under the bobbin. I did take the machine apart and use the bush in that area even though I could not see any threads. After the fifth time I just set the project aside and put the machine away. I will go to the Phaff dealer before I go forward with that machine. I got out the Bernia and have been using it for  work most of this week.

Squares A Dancing This is the latest group of seven. I only have enough squares for two full weeks at this point. I have 231 squares done. I may cheat a bit and cut some additional squares from some old jeans to make a third week for a total of 35 weeks. I will make decisions as I near the end.

 

 

Black Rocks I already mentioned all the Zoom time I had this  week. Well when the meetings are going on,  I stitch away .

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories- Neighborhood Kids 2
Another Catholic family lived in the house just south of ours. I remember that they had a wonderful lilac hedge all around the back yard. It smelled heavenly in the spring. There were only two children in that family, Bill, who was older, and Jane who was a year younger then I.  Bill was a bit of a bully and I recall him throwing Walnuts at me in the fall. He was also the only person who teased me with a nickname. He called me “Carol Kay Cumber Cackle Hanney. ” Mom often said that she  gave  both Gene and I names that could not become nick names. Her name was Margaret and she got called Maggy, Peggy, Margo and even Liz. She did not like it at all. Bill’s nick name did not last too long as they moved away. Jane, Mickey and I often played in the Honeysuckle in the empty lot behind Jane’s house. The old bushes grew close together and arched creating a tunnel-like place that we could get into. One day Jane provided us with a thrill by bringing out one of her Dad’s Playboy Magazines. We felt safe viewing that under the bushes and got an eye full. One time I sort of stood up under there and disturbed a bees nest. I got 5 stings- two on my head and three on my hands before we got out from under the plants. Needless to say we did not go back there again. There was also a rusted swing set frame in the empty lot and we spent lots of time hanging upside down and swinging from our arms on it. There were lots of sticker bushes there as well , so we mostly had the lot to ourselves. I remember pulling those round stickers off my socks before I put them in the clothes hamper, because if one didn’t, they were still there when the socks came back from the laundry and much harder to remove.
Two older women lived in the house directly behind ours. They had a beautiful flower garden and a few vegetables.  A huge rhubarb plant was on the boarder between their house and ours. I had permission to pick and eat as much rhubarb as I wanted whenever I wanted. What a privilege. I did eat quite a bit. We would use the big leaves as hats and pretend to do fairy dances with them on. That part of eating the rhubarb  and dancing  disappeared as I grew older. but I still enjoy  raw  rhubarb  .
Behind the Lightning’s  house,  was a house with only one little girl in that family. Her father adored her. He took a pair of his wife’s cast off heels and cut them down to fit her feet. All the rest of us   girls envied her. We tried to trade some of our treasures for the shoes, but she was not having any of it. The next lot was also a basement home. A family with three little girls lived there. I got to babysit for them when I was in the sixth and seventh grades. I got an amazing 35 cents an  hour. They did not have a TV, but had a great radio instead. I would stay up after the girls were asleep and listen as I did not want to fall asleep on the job. I remember late one  night when I got a Spanish speaking station from Mexico. Dad explained about how radio signals could “ skip” so you could hear stations from far away, but he didn’t really think it was Mexico. I never heard it again even though I did try.

Keep Creating

Carol

 

Childhood Memories, Curvie Cuts, Fish Bones, Mayan- Rabbit Dancer, Scrap Happy Quilts, Squares a Dancing

Happy Halloween

Hello,

Happy Halloween everyone. It is my favorite holiday as I like to dress up and try on other personalities. Like playing a part in a play, but for only one night. I got this little cutee from my friend Sharron. It was a great surprise.

 

 

I noticed as the leaves have started to desert the trees how many different types of Oak trees we have in our area. The shapes of the leaves tell me these are different species, but one should note that all the vain structures are the same. It is in the details that we find the variety of life.
Liz and I dyed on Friday last week. We know that it will soon be to cold to work in the garage so with the exception for the red one that is for the Burning quilt top, all the rest are pure play.
The Textile Art Stitch Club teacher for this week is American Jodi Colella. I had fin making the charms and got a little carries away embellishing the black lace that was Grandmother Ruth’s. I plan to add it to a hat later.
I had two Zoom meetings this week. One with the Pixies and a second with the Sisterhood of the Scissors. It is always so stimulating to talk and see like minded creative folks. They really break the isolation of this time.

Progress Report: Ethel Scrap The Schweinfurth Fall Retreat got cancelled so I decided that I would do an hour worth of work on the scrap project ever day. First I sew two strips together. Then I add small cut away sections from scraps to the sides. ( columns one and two)         I add smaller units together and build  squares or strips  adding together pieces that fit one another.   

The small units added to the long strip will be cut apart and be added to others of the same size.

On the far right one can see that the two sections did not match.  So I will trim off the excess on the bottom right to make a strait edge  and that small section will be added to a strip as in step 2.

I keep building adding until I get big enough collections to cut several five inch squares from it. There are always pieces that do not make the squares and that is the source of the scraps that I add to the next set of  strips.

 

These five inch squares plus five inch solid ones are the base units for the quilt I will eventually be  building.

 

Squares a Dancing I keep working on this hand project during the news every night. I finish about one square ever evening. I now have 217 done.

 

 

Burning I got the trees all free motion attached to the background. I am now in the process of adding the flames made with cotton, silk, nylon net, organza and silk paper. Hopefully some of the red I dyed will go into this too.

Fish Bones (Curvy Cuts) I am nearly finished with this project.  I made a curvy cut base in shades of blue and aqua  and added the fish on top.    I had to make additional fish as the first set of seven, did not fill the space enough to make me happy. I free motion stitched them all on top yesterday.   I need to do the binding to complete the project.

Black Rocks I did a little hand work on this project this week. It will become my TV project when the Squares are done.    I had to abandon the green tape between the rocks as it kept falling off the surface.     I am using the embroidery wool that Nancy gave me for this project.

 

Childhood Memories-   Neighborhood Kids

I was growing and leaving childhood ,and puberty hit me as it does all of us. I remember a little blue pamphlet that Mom gave me to read called “Now You are 10″. It was from Kotex and it was about the menstrual cycle and what to expect. Mom and I had a little talk , and I had a blue box in my chest of drawers from that point forward. What I remember more vividly was how very uncomfortable I felt that spring when I went without a tee shirt for the first time. I had developed over the winter , so Mom took me shopping and we got three bras. I felt much better, and as delighted by the little ballerinas machine-stitched on the bottom of the cup in multi colored thread. Laura Harris, a girl in my class that was as childish as I was, I visited her grandmother, who lived across the street from us , several times that year. She was the friend who got to see my new BRA .She and I had a club called the “ Asinine Club”. It was so much fun to say that scandalous word out loud. Laura’s Grandmother’s was one of the few houses that Gene and I got to visit on Halloween by our selves. She made us do a “trick” before we earned our “Treat”. I sang a little song and Gene did a forward roll. This was the tradition for Halloween in Carroll.
> Our neighborhood was a relatively   new area of town and there were lots of young families with kids as well as lots of empty lots. That meant I could always find some one to play with when I went out doors. Beyond the cedar trees and the picket fence south of our house was an unfinished house- just the basement , like what we had  when we had  moved into Columbus Junction.     That house was not completed when we moved away five years later.   A Catholic family with 11 kinds lived in that basement.      The names  of  everyone in that family  started with M. Micky  Lighting was the oldest and my friend, followed my Marty, Marsha, Matt, Martin, Mark, Mike, and Melody as far as I can remember. The  names of  little ones all ran together for me. I was surprised that in the fall she did not go to school with me.  All the kids who were school age in her family went off to Kemper, the Catholic school. Micky helped me with my further explorations of different religions by taking me to the Catholic Church one week day. She handed me a Doily-like thing and she plunked a similar one on her own head. ‘’ One never goes into Church without your head being covered,” she said. After entering the big doors, our first stop was the font were we splashed a bit of “Holy Water” . I don’t remember any explanation for that ritual. I was awed by all the colorful sculptures and burning candles. When we visited a pew I was surprised by the kneeling bench. Then I looked in the hymnal. I did not find a song I recognized and the responsive reading was in a strange language. I was impressed that she could speak and read Latin even though she could not tell me what it meant. When I learned she always had fish on Fridays, I never got a real good explanation for that. Mickey was also the person who lead me a bit astray with Cigarettes. I did not know any one who smoked and both of her parents smoked. It was the 50’s and the ads were every were. She stole a partial pack along with matches and we went off to the honey suckle to light up. My body knew better then I, as I coughed  and coughed.    It was sort of unpleasant.  I decided they were not for me, and the fact that they were not readily available helped,I am sure. I really felt sorry for Mickey as she had to spend lots of time caring for the younger children. Her toys did not last long either, as younger hands had a way of destroying things.

Please stay safe and Keep Creating

Carol

PS;    I had to add these maples leaves too as they are so beautiful.

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Fall Color is Building

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The weather is becoming cooler and the leaves continue to drift down when we walk. Tues we were walking along the two block empty lot  wooded area and we saw two deer. They just watched us pass and  they were about 10 feet from the road.  We were not a threat in any way and when I looked back they had returned to their grazing.   More trees have started to color but we are not at peek yet.  I was captured by these zinnia’s all wearing the orange of the season.

 

 

 

 

 

For Textile Artist Stitch Club this week Vinnet Stapley challenged us to build a second work using some additional techniques that she suggested. I did a piece using the negative spaces left over from the original assignment. I also did the sewing with the free motion of my sewing machine in metallic threads. It was fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Pixies had their meeting on Tues. We were challenged to find and artist and use that person as jumping off place for a work. I looked at William Kentritch  for my artist.. He used maps as a base for a few of his early works so I took that idea. He also likes silhouetted figures. So I found a map of California, painted fires on top and  then added a fire-fighter to create this image.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Progress Report: Crows in the Pines This work is 18″ X 16.5″ .  I printed the pines with a silk screen that I made and then I added Robin’s Egg Blue dye to the back of the fabric.

 

The crows are all done in fabric markers on top.
Then I free motion quilted around all the birds.    I quilted drew around all  the pines too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deer Dancer I am making progress on this new work. I always think this black out lining step make the work come alive.

 

 

 

Rabbit Dancer I drew the next dancer and enlarged it yesterday. He may need to hold something to balance the left side.

 

 

 

 

Goldfinches I pulled out this background that I have started felting. I will get out the machine and finish this step and then add some thread painted Goldfinches to the work.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Burning Woods The red and black is the base for this next fire piece. I have drawn trees ion the wash away that is on top of the fabric and will machine draw them.

 

Blue Ferns This work will become a window quilt for our bed room. I am also building a cover for the air-conditioner that will stay in the window over the winter. The opening at the bottom is were the air-conditioner fits.

 

 

 

Squares a Dancing I just keep having fun creating these little fellow. I now have 196 squares.

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories 6th Grade – Miss Eaton
I was in Miss Eaton’s class in sixth grade. It was her first year of teaching and she was full of excitement. One of the fun things Miss Eaton did with us was teach us a bit of French. I the only thing I can remember is how to count to 10 and how to say “Recognize the snow”. I will not even try to spell that. In September we started a year long project dealing with poetry. To improve and practice our cursive she had us all copy “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer. Then we had a week to memorize it. After all the kids had recited it our next assignment. We had a week to find a poem of our own choosing with a historical theme. On that Friday we did the cursive step and began to memorize the first two stanza. I think I selected “Paul Revear’s Ride” but it may have been the “Song of Hiawatha” because I know I memorized both over that year. One topic was nonsense poems and I recall I learned “ The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll for that one. We continued that pattern was followed all year and I did learn lots of poetry that I can still recite.. At the end of the year we bound them all together with the drawings that we did to illiterate the works into a little book. I had it for years.

By this time my poor reading was really pulling my grades down. I did not like being in the bottom reading group with four other trouble making boys either.       Miss Eaton let everyone do Extra Credit Reports any time on animals and birds to help our grades. Mom helped me by reading from a big green leather book she had on animals. I would then, recite back to her what I had heard and do a little out line for before writing. The first report was about Buffalo and I started as the author by tell about the “Habitat”. Mom stopped me and said you can not use that word as it is not part of your vocabulary- find another way to say the same thing. That was when I learned about paraphrasing and plagiarism. Mom explained how I could not use words that I did not know or copy someone else’s words without giving them credit. It was like steeling she said. Learning that difference and skill helped me all through my education.

Miss Eaton loved Ancient history and I learned a love of some of it too. Ancient Egypt really came alive for me. Before her class all I knew about Egypt was from Bible stories about Moses. She did lots of explaining and we did several projects. But the one I remember the most was making Scarab Beetles. She gave us all an oval of plaster that she had cast in a spoon. We carved the lines of the beetle in the plaster dome and a Egyptian hydrophilic on the flat side. We painted them with Easter egg dyes. I really loved the mythology of Greece and Rome. Near the end of our study of that topic we did  a painting of our favorite god, goddess or myth. We were given a large sheet of heavy paper and told to draw a simple drawing first in pencil and them draw over it in chalk. Keep it “simple like a coloring book page”she said. I was drawing from an image in my text book when Mom came in and asked me “How  is coping an artist image  different then copying someone else’s words?” After we talked,  she asked me how I could make the picture my own. We decided one could add things, take things away,  and move them around in the picture make it my own work  . She also pointed out that you could go to a different source and mix things  into the image. After having me list what I really wanted in the picture – Diana, an Owl, a bow, the moon, Diana’s dogs and a deer she went off to get an aid. She had a green Art Deco vase with leaping deer in relief on it. They were simple too,so I started with them and Diana and built my picture. I remember I did not include all the parts I had mentioned.   Back in the class room, when  we outlined the drawing in chalk and that forced  a bit more simplification. The we pained up to the lines with thick tempera paint. That step was repeated and then lastly we painted over it all with black India Ink. After it was dry we went to the janitors closet and washed the paintings gently under the faucet so the black came away on the thick tempera as did some of the color. It was magically beautiful and well worth all the time and effort.

Stay safe and keep Creating

Carol

 

 

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Equinox

Hello,

I hope that the equinox was noted by folks this week. I sure am seeing evidence of the shorter day light. For a  few days every year  the sun lines up directly with my east facing door to the studio.  Those days  are now past and the sun is rising and setting at  about 7.
This week the Textile Artist Stitch Club teacher Carissa Caiksen, suggested and then showed us how to add found objects to the surface of our stuff shapes. I added some rusted washers and nuts that I had collected.

I added stitches to the surface of the shapes   as she suggested as well.

This was a fun challenge I think.

 

 

 

 

 

The Pixies had there third online meeting this week. We are getting better and better at working through the connections. There are two challenges this time. One was to do a group drawing that we can connect together into one image. I did my hand and I have sent it off to be married with the others. Can’t wait to see how this project goes. The second was more explorations with Crows. I did this little 12″ X 12″ piece this time. The crows are drawn in crayon on interfacing that I got two years ago in Mexico when I was visiting Susan. The wax in the crayons does make the crows shinny and it also makes it a bit difficult to free motion stitch over.
I did Dye with Liz again this week.

Progress Report: Green on Green This work s 32.5″ X 47.5″. It is all stitch in the ditch quilting. This work will also go to the nursing home for folks confined to wheel chairs.

 

 

This project has lots of hand dyed and hand manipulated fabrics too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turtle Dancer I am doing the outline and applique stitching on this work now. I can see the end of that process and I will move onto the quilting. I drew a new subject this week as well.

 

 

Sweet Peas I started this work when I was in Mexico   visiting with Susan. It finally made it to the top of the pile so I free motion quilted it this week. I will add facings and finish it.

 

 

 

 

New Work I spent and afternoon making silk paper this week. My main goal was to make material for the fire project that is on my mind. I also made these clouds to use in my next crow pieces as well. Yesterday I cut stencils of 8 crow forms to use with the clouds.

 

 

 

 

 

Squares a Dancing The collection of squares grew by seven more this week. I now have 175 and I am working on the next batch.

 

 

New Top   I pulled out these fabrics and I am considering using them together for my next top.  I always like to have something in the background waiting my attention

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories: Farm Yard continued
A little ways from the sheep shed on the southwest side of the barn yard was the Machine Shed. It was a corrugated metal shed that was open on the north side. The tractor- “Big Red”, the disk, the cultivator, the seeder, the mower, the plow, several hay wagons and various other big tools and wagons lived in that space. On the back wall were the old harness sets. Grandfather loved horses and I do remember the last team. They were both white and called Sugar and Salt. Dad use to tell stories about how he and Grandpa would go to the Chicago Stock yards and get wild horses that were brought in from the western plains by train. Grandfather had a good eye for selecting two horses that were similar in size and color to make good looking teams. They would then purchase the horses and bring them back to the farm. It was Dad’s job to break them to ride, harness and pull the farm machinery. When he was growing up there were always four teams on the farm. One older and more experienced team, two in training and a third that was “ green”. Grandfather would sell the oldest team when he was ready to go again to Chicago and get a new team. Horses usually live twenty to thirty years, so it was a good system to make additional money.
There was a narrow lane that lead to a field between the machine shed and the hog house, the next building on the south side of the farm yard. The hog house was a long one story red building with windows and a cement floor. As kids we did not go in there much as hog are unpredictable and dangerous however, I do recall one visit just after piglets were born. They were cute and squealed a lot.  At the eastern end of the hog house was a red stock loading ramp. Using fences and gates, Grandpa could load all his animals into trucks with that ramp. East and north of the hog house was the mud lot. This area connected four barns, was in constant use and was always muddy. The windmill with a connecting stock tank to hold the water that the wind driven pump brought up form the well, was next to the gate on the west side. It was the main gate from the farm yard and it was metal and always closed unless in use. There was a cement pad there that extended along the big barn to help machinery make the transition from the dry are to the muddy lot. In the south east corner of the mud lot was the big gray barn. Dad told me that was were they used to house the horses in the lower level.  I only remember the barn being used to store hay. The loft was a great place to play in the mornings, but often became too hot in the afternoons. The cats liked to have their kittens there and on occasion we found them.  In the center of the mud lot was the corn crib. Having it here meant it was easy to shovel out the corn for the animals. There was also a metal silo behind the crib.  At the back of the mud lot was a gate that went to the big meadow pasture with the creek. On the south west corner of the mud lot was the big red main barn. It had big sliding doors on the west and east sides so you could drive through it. In the front and to the left was the corn cob elevator. That piece of machinery also was used to raise bales of hay to the lofts. It was on wheels and could easily be moved. In the back of the barn, on both sides of the pull through, were “ tight rooms”. One was used for oats and the other for shelled corn. Gene and I loved to enter and climb to the tops of the grain piles and slide down.

Keep Creating  and stay safe

Carol

 

 

 

 

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Lake Visit

 

Hello-
Summer is winding down and I see signs of fall around here. When we went for our second trip to Mill Site late last week, we saw many trees starting to color. The second Treadle Sewing machine went to a second family and they were very grateful. It is good to pass things forward. Judy has been working away on her piecing.
That is the part she enjoys the most and she had two projects. This one with little pink squares and a second in shades of blue. She and Nancy spent a peasant morning arranging the squares for that project.

Liz ans I dyed today. We had a good time as it has been a long times sense we did any of that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I enjoyed my Textile Artists Stitch Class from last week with Anne Kelly. The project was a book of memorable experiences or trips. I did mine on the trip to Australia that I took with Wendy last Nov.
Page one is of a Pygmy Penguin. That was a cold and enjoyable evening.

 

 

The second is a Koala. We visited three parks were they were on display and we even got to hold one.

 

 


Then I could not forget to honor the dive day on the Great Barrier Reef. The water was so pleasant and the sights so wonderful.

 

The last page was my celebration of the ocean and the wonderful time we had.

 

 

 

Then this weeks Textile Artist Stitch Club teacher was Allish Henderson. She had a do a portrait collage on hand made paper and with free motion drawing. And easy thing for me with all my work for the childhood series.

 

 

 

Progress Report: Golden Earth I am done assembling this base. It has lots of my hand dyed fabric in it. Now I need to do the top work and finish it

 

 

 

 

Wool Birds I am almost done quilting on this project. It is fun and simple.

 

 

 

Monkey Dancer- Mayan Series Last evening I finished the outlining of appliqued parts of this work. I will start the quilting soon

 

 

Turtle Dancer- Mayan Series I have only drawn this work and need to enlarge it and start the pieces.

 

 

 

 

Laura’s Blue Birds I made these little Eastern Blue Birds for my friend Laura. She liked my Bee shirt and said she too had a short that needed spots covered. I will trim them up and send them in the next day or two.

 

 

 

Bunk Bed quilt 1 I am putting the boarders on this quilt now. It is a Christmas present so I have lots of time. I will make a second that is very slimier for the other bed. Then the twins will have a set.

Wool Rug This is a pure experiment. Liz got me started on it when she showed me the tool she had purchased to roll the fabric. I thought it looked remarkable like a belt buckle and went home and found one . The matched and I was off and running.

 

 

I followed the instruction and created a monster of a ball of the wool. Note the red buckle.

 

 

 

 

I started to assemble it yesterday. It is slow work and I had to improvise the ends as they were wadding up. Good thing this is not going out into the world.

 

 

 

 

Masks Eric wanted a new mask without a tie in the back so I tried a new design. I will make a few more as I fear that we will be wearing them a while.

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New Green    I started a new top using lots of the greens I had hand dyed.  It is very early in the process.

 

 

 

 

 

Squares a Dancing    I finished 21 squares in the last two weeks.  I am still enjoying the process.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood- McElhinny Farm Summer 3
Spending time on the farm meant Gene and I had to find or create our own fun. We spent a lot of time playing in the creek in the east meadow. I learn one summer about the effects of fertilizer runoff from the farms up stream, as that caused a algae bloom in the creek water way. Sure made for a sluggish flow. The only place in the creek that it did not grow was in the pools under the trees where the cattle often stood in the afternoons to cool off. Gene and I would waded in and used sticks to haul out big clumps of the green stuff. We piled it on the rocks on the shore where it looked like green and gray laundry drying there. I was always amazed at how small the piles had become when we went back to the creek a few days late and all the water had drained out.
On the farm north of Grandmother’s farm and across the gravel road lived the Cumming family. It consisted of three folks, Holt, Lillian and Sue. Some afternoons and after a call from Grandmother, Gene and I would walk up the road to join Sue in some play. They had an old plow horse that we would ride bare back. The horse was named Ginny. Sue would set in the front follow by myself and Gene was the last. When Ginny had enough of our foolishness she would run across the pasture and down a gully, quickly charging up the other side. We would all slide forward on the down plunge onto the horses neck and just a quickly, slide backward and off Ginny’s rump. Gene always landed on the bottom with Sue and myself on top him. Ginny would gallop away and that was the end of that game. On one trip down to the Cummings we spent the afternoon making sorghum. With the plants in old grain bags we beat the bags on the steps to remove the seed from the tops of the staffs. Then the seeds went into a hoper and were grown down a bit before they were cooked. We never got to taste the fruits of that afternoon, but we still had a good time. There was yet another farm with kids farther north of the Cummings. Buddy was the oldest in that bunch and he was a year older then Sue. Sometimes we were all together and playing. One of our games that was strictly a farm kid game, was played only when the corn was tall, it was called “ Halls and Doors”. We would go out in the field and space our selves at the end of a row- a hall and then quickly run down between the rows all counting to ten as fast as we could. When one reached 10- we called “Doors!” and then everyone had to change rows and begin to count again. If one caught up to a fellow runner in the field and tagged them, the person tagged had to stop and count to twenty before they could move again while the rest of the folks went forward. The goal was to get to the end of the field first. This game has disappeared because the new improved corn plants can be plated much closer together and there are no more “Doors” wide enough to pass through in the fields. One time while we were in the south meadow of the Cummings farm we were all climbing trees. Buddy was showing off and making his sway back and forth. He lost his grip and fell to the ground braking his right arm. It was a very clean break and it looked like he had a second wrist. He yelled and cried all the way back to the house with the rest if use following. Lillian bundled him into the car and we all went home. Buddy proudly showed off his cast at church on Sunday the next time we saw him.

Enjoy fall and all it means to you.

Stay safe and be creative

Carol

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Health

Hello
The human body is an amazing machine. It does so many things with out our giving it any thought. There are lots of actions that go on in our bodies with out or direction like the heart beats regularly, we breath in and out, the digestive track dose it thing and we maintain a constant body temperature. All that plus the actions our body takes on with our brains commands, like walking, eating, talking, touching, hearing and sleeping to name a few. We take it all for granted until something goes wrong. When we trip that is when we notice how we are walking.        When we get bitten by a misquote is when we notice the exposed skin. When one gets sick is when we realize how much we take out good health for granted. So take good care of your health now while you have it, it is one of your most valuable possessions, for without it you have nothing of value.
This week was a “by week” for the Textile Artist Stitch Group so her was no new assignment, but I did finish up my Concertina Book from the week before.

Cover

 

 

 

 

 

Spread one

Spread two.      I enjoyed adding the hand work to these    pieces.

 

 

Third section

 

 

The final

 

 

 

 

Liz and I did do a bit of dyeing this week. This is her mixing the dye power. Can you see her smiling?

The pieces in the pot are washing out the color.   I like this green.

Work on the line that Liz dye painted.

 

 

 

 

Progress Report: Scrap Happy I added the rows all together and added the boarders as well as the first step of binding. I can see the end of this project now.

 

Top I put this top together and although I like the color – it is not doing any thing for me now. It is in the ugly stage and I am ready to toss it out. Guess it will have to disappear for a while before I can see it’s potential again.

 

 

 

Squares a Dancing I just keep putting in the time on this project. I now have 77 squares done.

 

 

 

 

Vulture Priest I finished the top this week and now I only need to do the scepter and I will be ready to quilt it.

 

 

Parrot Priest As I can see the end of the Vulture Priest,  I moved onto do a drawing for the Parrot Priest so I can start on it this week. I am happy with this series.

 

 

 

Drawing     I am still doing a bit of  drawing.  These are all ocean micro plants.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories- Thanksgivings Mornings
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> Even after we moved to Carroll, my family still drove the 5 hours it took to return home   to the Grandparents for the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays. For Thanksgiving we left from school on Wednesday. Mom packed sandwiches and fruit so we could avoid a dinner stop. But as we neared the edge of Illinois we would often stop at a dairy bar called “ Cow Jumps over the Moon” and get ice cream. The place had an amazing sign on top. It was a big shell with the moon, stars and the cow ,of course ,all outlined in neon. The cow’s neon turned on and off in a series so the cow actually appeared to jump over the moon in the course of sixty seconds. It was wonderful to my eyes. We then drove on to Grandmother Ester’s house where we stayed. We would arrive and talk a bit before going up to bed. I remember it being very cold in the mornings and snuggling back under the quilts until Grandfather Merritt got the coal loaded and stoked up. That changed when they got a new furnace of course. Thanksgiving was Grandmother Ester’s big day. She always cooked a big turkey with all the trimmings for the family gathering. I don’t remember much of a breakfast- Grandmother was too busy, so we as a family just mostly went out for a long walk to stay out from under foot. We would exit through the door yard into the machine yard, past the wind mill, and climb the big wooden gate into the barn yard. We crossed between the two barns and the corn crib to climb another wooden gate moving into the east pasture. Grandfather usually had cattle there, but I do remember one time when he housed some horses as well. We avoided the cow pies that were near the gate as grandfather fed hay from a  rack there. Then into the grass and down to the meadow to wander along the creek. Gene threw rocks as usual, but we mostly walked along, noting the changes in the few pool sizes and such. At the far south east end of the creek on Grandfather’s land was a big sandstone cliff where we almost always found some conoides- fossilized sea plant steams. Mom said that the Native Americans used them as beads and I can easily see why. Many times we would cross the fence near the creek into the neighbors pasture and explore the old abandoned sandstone church. There was never a roof in my memory and the window and door frames were gone too. There must have been stairs at one point as the two door jambs were about three feet off the ground. There were three window openings on both the east and west sides. The back wall was solid stone to the peak. We would then climb the hill behind the church to the fenced cemetery that was well maintained and always mowed. It was a fascinating place to me with lots of old markers. That was where I learned how many children  died  in their first year- some lives as brief as three days, five days, four months up to two years. Then there seemed to be a drop off. There was a huge oak tree in the south east corner. It had low branches and Gene and I love to climb it. It was so big around at the stump that Mom, Gene and I could barely touch hands if we all wrapped our arms around it. In the south east corner of that cemetery was a big sink whole about the size of a barn. Mom said she was sure there were caves in the hills around there. We did discover a opening in a corner of Grandfather’s pasture up behind the cliff face. Grandfather fenced off the area so no animals would wander in accidentally. There was a lane that lead out to the gravel road from the cemetery that separated Grandfathers land from the neighbors. One summer while I was out there with only Snookie, Grandfather’s dog, I startled an orange furred bodied  bat hanging from a branch along that lane. There was also a mound that was along the lane on Grandfathers pasture that Mom speculated was an Indian mound, but we never did anything to follow that up. We wandered back to the house around 11:30 and prepared for the feast.

Stay safe and keep creating

Carol

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Quiet week

Hello,
I hope folks are staying safe and enjoying summer. The Mulberry tree we walk under is nearing its end of the fruit baring time.  On the other hand, the wild raspberry patch is just getting started, so I enjoy a little treat on my way home.

The Textile Artists Stitch Club teacher for this week is Sue Stone. We are to weave a base out of fabric strips and stitch over it. To help with the stitching, it is suggested that one draw the image on tissue paper and then stitch thought it. I have only just started that second step. I like that idea however.
Liz and I over dyed this week. I pulled out some fabrics that were dyed before, but were not real successful. It was quite hot and the photo shows how the heat effected me. I really look wilted. The process was done in the Shobori style, were one warps the fabric around a poll and does immersion dyeing. I really like the effects as the colors are so very rich. We are going to do some more of that next week too. It is fun and there is lots of surprise in the process as one does not always have control of how the dye will work.

 

 

 

Progress Report: Eagle Priest- Mayan Series #3 This work is 21″ X 23″. It is the third one in the series. I learn something with each project.

 

 

 

 

I like the headdress and face area of this work. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vulture Priest- Mayan series # 4 This work is all fused down now and I am starting to do the out line stitching. Some parts are three layers thick and hard to pass the needle through.

 

 

 

 

Squares a Dancing I just keep making one and a little more every evening. I have 56 squares now.

 

 

 

 

 

Layers I pulled this out of the pile after not looking at it for a week. I immediately saw what it needed  and made additions. Now I am ready to square it up and finish the project. It is great what time can do to help clear ones  vision.

Lines of Inquire This piece us all quilted in the ditch. I am now outlining the metallic inserts in gold thread. I will make passes around each one until I have quilted the work.

 

 

New Scrap Happy I cut centers in four colors and added the sides to them. Now they are all cut into squares and I can begin assembling the top.  Yes, they are Minions

Childhood Memories- Playground
Our playground in the fifth grade was a different scene from the fourth. We had big long jump ropes and could play group games with them. The girls took turns jumping and twirling. We played a lot of Aces- a game were one ran into the twirling rope and jumped once , then exited. The next person in line was to let the rope pass once and enter, then do the same single jump. After all the girls playing had jumped the single jump, one repeated running into the rope, but jumped twice. If someone missed by jumping on the rope or not entering on time, they replaced one of the twirlers and the game when back to Aces or one again. There were lots of rhyming songs that we jumped to as well- like Johnny Over the Ocean, Sampson and Delila, Blondie and Dagwood and one that we had to modify to use. It was Little Robin Red Breast. In that rhyme the last line ends in “poop”. We got around saying that by clapping when we got to that word. We played Double Dutch where two ropes were set in action going in the opposite directions. Lana Turner was the queen of that game until she broke her leg falling off a fence. We all admired the cast and were impressed by her painted toe nails when she came back to school. She said it itched and the crutches hurt her arm pits. She finally let folks sign the cast, but I was not one who signed. In the sixth grade I got a Pogo Stick for Christmas. By spring I was very good at its use and could cover lots of ground with it. I had no trouble pogoing to and from school. I even got so I could do jump rope rhymes too. I let lots of other kids try using it. It does take skill and I remained the champion of that event. In that year my best friend became Evelyn Stouton. I walked to her house after school many times. She had three sisters and she was the third girl in the family. She got mostly “hand me down” clothing and she did not like that much. But her older sisters also made her more sophisticated. Her room, in the attic was our hang out spot. Her bed was in a little cubby with a small window at the end. It was fun to lye there and watch people walk by. Her family moved over the summer and I was quite disappointed in the fall.
> My parents took me to the dentist as my teeth were a little out of alignment. After a discussion it was decided that the Dentist would try a new experimental technique to fix the problem. So one morning I went to the Dentist office at 8:00 instead of school. The dentist put bands on back teeth and wires on springs were attached to the bands
that would force my teeth forward. When I was done I walked the five blocks to school and joined my class. We had Chow main for lunch that day. I took one bite and suddenly my mouth was full of springs and wires as well as food. I went to Miss Herd and she told me to run back to the dentist as she knew he played Golf on Wednesday afternoons. I did run and barely made it to the office in time as he was in his car and the nurse had to flag him down. The dentist took all the wires and connections out and made a cast of my teeth. A few weeks later I got two retainers, one for the top and one for the bottom. I wore the bottom for about 9 months and the top for about a year. My bottom teeth are still a little crowded and crooked in the front.

Enjoy the holiday and Stay Safe

Carol