Month: February 2015

Quilt heaven

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My sister bought a trunk with these incredible quilt tops several years ago at an estate sale.  A gentleman was dissolving his mother’s estate and these were included.  I do hope the little lady who did such exquisite work knows these have found a happy home where they will be treasured and start new lives.She doesn’t quilt, so passed them on to me, with the caveat that I quilt one for her daughter and one for her son.  I am delighted to do so.  My niece chose the fan pattern.  Her son hasn’t chosen yet, but must choose soon since his wedding is in March.  I made the one at the bottom for my son and his wife.  There were thirty squares, all pieced on five pound sugar bags, so I added borders to make it king-sized.  You may notice, there are pictures of squares included from a friendship quilt, with names and dates from as early as 1931, apparently quilted by a quilting group.  I find this one particularly poignant.  I intend to make a gift of it to the parish library instead of keeping it for myself.  I feel it belongs to the public of Bossier Parish.

Irena Sendler “An Angel among us”

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Quilt Treasure

imageI had the gift of a lifetime!  My sister bought a trunk full of quilt tops for $10 at an estate sale and gave them to me.  These beautiful tops were pieced in the 1930s and 1940s.  I just completed this Dutch Girl.  It included 30 beautifully pieced 12″ squares on buff colored cotton sugar bags.  I added borders to make it into a king-sized quilt for my son.  Each square is different and meticulously pieced, a work of art.

Revenge Joke

Betty Smith called John Jones saying, “I have proof my husband and your wife are having an affair and I am good and mad.  We need to meet at a motel and get some revenge.”

He agreed.  They got a room and set about getting revenge.  He was about to catch a nap when she shook his shoulder and said, “I’m still mad.  Let’s get some more revenge.”

They got more revenge.  As he got ready to leave, she complained.  “I’m still mad.  I need more revenge.”

John Jones was a forgiving man.  “Good Lord, woman, I ain’t never seen no one to hold a grudge like you. Let it go.  I ain’t got no more hard feelings.”

Valentine for Veterans

valentineThis Valentine is for Veterans, wherever you are.  Thank you for your sacrifice, especially those of you who feel alone and abandoned today.  I appreciate all you have done for me.  You are in my heart today.

Joke

Did you hear about the guy who had his whole left side cut off?

He’s all right now.

Readin’, Writin’, and Roebuck(From Kathleen’s Memoirs of The Great Depression)

SearsIf you haven’t read “I Quit” , that is precursor to this story.  Follow this link.  https://atomic-temporary-73629786.wpcomstaging.com/2015/01/22/i-quit-from-kathleens-memoirs-of-the-great-depression/

That night after supper, Daddy read his “Ranch Romance” while Mama hemmed a dress and John and I finished our homework by the coal oil lamp in the front room.  As soon as I finished, Daddy put out his cigarette, patted his bony legs and called, “Come here, Kitten.”  I crawled up and waited, knowing a treat was awaiting me.  We often begged for stories.  It was rare for Daddy Continue reading →

Snoopy at Work

My nine-year-old daughter called me at work one weeknight asking permission to sleepover with a friend.  The question was a formality, since she knew the answer.  No week night sleepovers. I hadn’t met or spoken to parent.  A doctor was listening when I got message my daughter called.  He could only hear my end of conversation.  After her request for permission, I merely said, “No, her mother is a child molester and her father is a murderer.”  I hung up and went back to work.   “What the Hell was that?”  He asked.  “Oh, my daughter wanted to sleepover at the neighbor’s”. He spewed coffee on his chart

The Dead Pony, the Warped Kid, and the World’s Most Horrible Mother

dead ponyThe phone rang one day.  Without introduction, I heard the familiar, deep voice of one of my son’s friends.  “Miss Linda, is that story about the pony true?”

“Yep!”  The last thing I heard was gales of laughter as I hung up.

If you are the sensitive type, skip this story.

Many years ago when my son was young, we were hauling a load of tree trimmings to the landfill.  As my husband backed the truck up to unload, I spotted a dead pony, bloated with all four legs stuck up in the air.  Without thinking, I said, “Hey, John.  Do you want a pony?”

Of course he said, “Yes!”

“Well, there’s one right over there!”

“Wahhh!!!!!”

I swear it was not intentional.  Sometimes I think there is a disconnect between my brain and my mouth!