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Monday, May 21, 2007

Almost Back to Normal

We made a quick trip out to Las Vegas last weekend. John Hurley is great in Spamalot, and if you are a fan of Monty Python, you would really enjoy the show! I played the slots on "free" money from Bellagio (for my birthday) and "free" money from the Wynn from joining their players club. All in all, I didn't spend any of MY money, and won about 1800 quarters - which were promptly spent in the spa and at the boutique. We even had time to sit out in the sun, poolside before we came back home!

We had one day back home, and then drove the 8 hour trip to Rochester Minnesota for hubby's appt at Mayo Clinic. He had a liver transplant in 2004 and a kidney transplant in 2005. Now there is an incisional hernia that must be repaired...and since his annual evaluations are already scheduled in June, we are hoping that it can be repaired at that time. That saves us an entire additional trip, so in the meantime, his anti-rejection medications are being adjusted so he can have the surgery. He's feeling great, so perhaps with this last surgery, he can have a great summer for a change!


The weather here has been glorious! Birds chirping, grass growing, mosquitoes biting!

Our grandson, Stephen and Opa have a wonderful time in the yard. Stephen likes anything with motors, and Opa likes to do anything that makes Stephen happy. We have almost two acres, and these two spent the entire morning like this the other day!



I've been putting out my garden ornaments slowly. I found these "Nerdy Nerds" at the hardware store the other day - it seems that Stephen thinks they are real, and he has entire conversations with this one that is by the front patio.


Now, lest you think that I've given up quilting,I want you to think again. I dislike the process of pin basting immensely! Everything else about making the quilt is fine with me, but the pin basting is for the birds! So, this afternoon, I spent doing that dratted chore, and now I have two of the six quilts for Duschene Clinics for this summer ready to run under the machine.




Fabric Karma has been good to me this year, too. The week before we had our whirlwind trip to Las Vegas and MN, a friend from my Bunko group brought me a car trunk load of fabric from her sister-in-law to use for charity quilts. That's what the top quilt is made from, as well as this next picture. It's on my design wall, ready to stitch together tomorrow, and then....sigh.....pin baste. The middle one is the second of two baby quilts gone bad, so I revamped them and I'm using them for these lap quilts. The rest of the year, I am going to make simple single Irish chains for the charity quilts since they make up rather fast, and I can move on to my OWN things!

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Her Mother's Daughter

All my life I thought I looked like my father. I thought I acted like my father. He was such a handsome man, and such a strong character. All of his brothers and sisters looked like each other, and more specifically like their mother. My sister looked like my dad, too. So why wouldn't I? Just because I was a fair, towhead girl didn't mean anything did it?

Over the years, occasionally I would be told that I looked just like my mother. Well, that just couldn't be, and I just knew they were only seeing what they wanted to see! I'd been told that my daughter looked like my husband, and he wasn't her biological father, so that just proved my point, didn't it?

During the last two weeks in particular that I was with Mom, her nurses would say something about how alike my mother and I were. Hmmm, I said to myself. Are they seeing what they want to see? Something that would make mother feel good as she was at her business of dying? The last week, a new nurse came on duty early in the morning. She had only seen mom once or twice in the night. I walked up behind her, and touched her on her shoulder. I started to say, "Hi, I'm (Izzy's daughter)", and she finished the sentence with me (that which is in parenthesis). And then we both just laughed. I guess I AM my mother's daughter after all.

This piece was completed for the Kansas Art Quilter's group Altered Views. I had already started a different piece of work, but this one just had to be done. I've not only altered my view of how I look (like my mother), but also several other views of myself have been altered in the last month that I spent with her as well.

The venue for this work is at the Kansas Art Quilter's website in addition to the Covers Blown and other exhibits. Some I have work in, and others, I don't. Enjoy!


Monday, May 07, 2007

We're doing OK


I'm working at getting over a bad bout of pneumonia. The anitbiotics helped tremendously, and I am finally out of bed since last Thursday. Everything I've read says that my resistance is lower after dealing with my mother's death, but I didn't believe it until the doc said, go home and go to bed. So I did.

I've been working on re-vamping my sewing room, with a new sewing center. I've spent only a couple of hours off and on today, but headway is happening. I've got the storage solutions installed, and fabric re-folded. Maybe it wasn't the antibiotics after all, but the fabric fondling that made me feel better.

The picture above is of my four grand-daughters mugging it up to make me smile. Maybe it will make you smile too!

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

And now it's over


My mother passed away peacefully with a soft sigh early in the morning of April 20, holding my hand, as we both wished.

Since then, I've been absorbed with all the goings on that are necessary to close out the business end of someone's life. Today was the final part - cleaning out her apartment and turning in the keys.

I will miss her dearly.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

More from Asilomar Trip

Everyday my friend, Wendy and I left the park grounds, and each day we would stop and take a picture of this beautiful "butterflied" moose. There was a stained glass window in the house with butterflies, too, so I think the moose must be pretty special for them. Isn't it just wonderful?





And this is the sunset over the ocean about 7PM. The first picture was taken at 7:05 PM, the second was within about 5 more minutes, just as the sun started to sink below the horizon. In all the years I've been going to Asilomar, this is the first time I've ever gotten a clear night with no rain or clouds!




This is the project I finally landed on, and started on Thursday morning before I left on Friday. Making these blocks is really addictive, and far easier than I ever imagined. I can hardly wait to make more.



This will probably be the last post for a while, as Mother is declining rapidly now. I will be spending the next days at her bedside. Stay stitching, though, while I am away.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Back from Asilomar

Just back yesterday from my week in California at Asilomar with Empty Spools and Dale Fleming (of 6 minute circle fame). Due to the flights returning to the Midwest from the coast, I always stay over the last night in San Jose, the come home on Saturday. I didn't get back home until close to 11 PM, and then I had a small crisis to handle with mother before I could turn in.

So, a few notes on the trip, with more promised later. This is another version of Dale's Butterfly quilt that is on her book, but it is in a different colorway. Everything is sewn on the sewing machine - no hand work at all! Isn't it great? (sorry for the angle, but it was on a work board and I just don't have the time to work on it in Photoshop)


This was our classroom. I'll tell you more about Asilomar and the buildings in the next blog post, but for now, you can see my work space. There were 24 of us in the class, and in addition to this working area, there is another smaller room with a fireplace behind where I took this picture where we sat while she discussed color, and techniques.
The grounds are so beautiful! This is what greeted me just outside my door when I went out in the morning to breakfast on the first day. Mule deer are just blending in the scenery everywhere!


This is probably one of my most favorite pictures I've taken while I've been at Asilomar. It was on the way to the beach early one morning. I looked over to my left from the boardwalk, and all I saw was the light fog leaving it's moisture on the grasses on the hill. I tried to get some of the birds (and couldn't) to stay still on top of some of the grasses so their silhouettes could be seen, too. It was so peaceful and beautiful with the day starting fresh. I hope that when you click to enlarge this picture, you can see the moisture, too.

Today was a quick trip to Mother's, and then a check around the yard. Hubby had been busy weeding while I was gone, and also worked on my last year's anniversary present that has been boxed up in the shed until warmer weather came. (Our anniversary is in December) Here's what he wanted me to see:

It's a kinetic sculpture we had seen when we traveled in Santa Fe and Taos NM last year. It's about 42" across, and about 6' or more from the ground. It turns with the slightest of breezes, and when it turns, the two sides turn opposite each other, and it also turns around and around. It's almost mesmerizing to sit and watch it. And watch it I will! I can see it from our eating nook, the hearth room, and my swimming pool area, too.

Next post will be my class projects and learning samples. Happy Spring!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Another Birthday Quilt day

Today was another Amazing Quilt Babes birthday stitch day. Since it's been a while since I've explained how my stitch group does this, maybe I should explain it again!

There are 6 of us in the group. Usually in December, we set our calendar for the next year, planning a stitch day about every 6 weeks (none in the month of December). Then we draw names to see who gets which stitch day for their "birthday" gift. The birthday girl chooses the pattern, makes sure to bring instructions for everyone, and might even teach a new technique or review and old one for the day. She also brings everything already cut and ready to sew - it is susually "kitted" up in baggies for the subsets of the larger blocks. For example, today, we had log cabin block baggies, and flying geese baggies.

We begin the morning about 9 AM or so, and sew until lunch time. We all bring our own lunch; the birthday girl brings dessert. Today it was a Baskin Robbins chocolate mint ice cream pie! Then back to sewing again until we run out of parts or out of steam or out of time. Today we got all but 16 blocks completed, and about 1/3of the quilt sewn together.

This is what Ibby brought as the diagram to show how the log cabins were constructed. She was REALLY prepared! And we even got a new phrase to use when pieceing; as in "I've got a 1230 here". This means that one of the pieces in the baggie was cut at 12:30 at night, and probably was cut the wrong size.

Here's the group, once again in our usually places. The birthday girl is wearing RED.

Not bad for having several 1230s along the way, and numerous re-takes on some blocks that weren't sized quite right. Lesson learned for today? Check the size of the block as you go, instead of waiting until you have almost 100 of them done! LOL! It made for a lot of chatting as we unsewed some of our early pieces. This quilt pattern is Double Duty by Miss Rosie's Quilt Company, 78" X 78". Most of the fabrics used were from Jo Morton's line. It's a great fat quarter project, too, as it takes 6 Fats for the geese, 10 Fats of lights for the log cabins and 18 Fats of mediums and darks, plus yardage for the setting triangles, backing and binding.

Now, I've got to get the suitcases out and get them into the room for packing. I'll pack my gear until the NCAA basketball game starts in about an hour then, I'll be in front of the television rooting for our KU Jayhawks! Then back to packing, and hopefully to bed early. Out of here bright and early tomorrow morning for Asilomar, near Pacific Grove California. See you in a week with tales of circles, ovals, un-paper piecing, and wavy gravy (my term) from Dale Fleming's class!

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Another little quilt

Just a quick entry today. We've woken to the NOAH weather radio warning us of storms with quarter size hail, so I couldn't get back to sleep. Just a normal morning in KS in the springtime! For Margaret - the Welcome Spring wallhanging is 44" long by about 40" wide.

I haven't been feeling too "maverick" lately with all the finishing up projects I've been working on. Here is the 4th of the 6 charity quilts promised to Caritas Clinics by June. This quilt is 44" X 60" - a nice small lap quilt.


I also have a piece due by May for my annual Kansas Art Quilter's work, "Altered Views". (If you go to the web site, I've three pieces in the Covers Blown exhibit.) I've been toying with an idea with my mother's, my daughter's face, my grand daughter's face and mine all jumbled together. I'm leaving Saturday for Empty Spools seminars for a week with Dale Fleming of "6 minute circles". I'm thinking that some of the techniques I'll learn there will lend themselves quite nicely to my thoughts of "altered views". Empty Spools is at Asilomar State Park near Monterey CA (Pacific Grove). A wonderful retreat for me each year, too. I almost didn't go this year because of my mother's illness, but she insisted that I need to the time. Isn't that sweet of her?

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Gosh!

Has it really been 2 weeks since I last posted on this blog? How time flies!

We've had crazy weather, just like everywhere else in blogland, but I think Spring really and truly will be here this week. In honor of that auspicious occasion, I finally finished the quilting on my Spring wallhanging. It's completely bound and ready to hang on the official day now.
Bonnie and Clyde had their annual trip to the vet yesterday. When I went to get Clyde, I found him here, sleeping as usual. It looks as if he is getting measured. He is longer than my 24" ruler, but I don't think that proving he is "tall" will keep the vet from telling him he is not tall enough for his weight.

The trip to the vet was uneventful for Bonnie, but Clyde got his spring haircut. Here he is showing off his clean tummy. I figured it was too much information to show his back side (under his tail). But when he is walking away from you, he looks like he is wearing riding pants! LOL! And yes, Dr. Gary told him he can only have 1/2 cup of the low-cal food a day, and Clyde is not a happy cat these days. He lays in front of his food dish, and looks at me as if to say "Don't you love me anymore?"

Stephen and Opa got the Gator out and checked out the flower beds. This picture was taken about 10 minutes before he conked out and fell asleep on the ride around the yard. He loves turning the key on for Opa...I'm afraid it won't be long before I look out and see him driving it around the yard on his own!

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Two (of 6) 2007 Charity Quilts DONE!

I finally got the two quilts done (pieced), done (quilted), and done (bound) for January and February. I also have the March and April ones done, and waiting now for the inspiration for the second done to happen.

This blue/red/gold one is the last of the Carpenter's Star (or whatever it is) that will be done for Caritas.

We are going to use a Single Irish chain pattern for the 2007 quilts since it is quicker to piece and far quicker to quilt, too. I don't care much for the fabrics used in this quilt, but it IS bright and cheerful.

However, with that said, the next two (not shown yet) are NOT either one of these patterns LOL! I used the Minnesota Hot Dish, and discovered that I didn't care that much for my color choices and I knew I wouldn't like them any better by making them any larger. So, they will make great lap quilts in the necessary 45" X 60" sizes we need for the Clinic's purposes. Not only will I be making the March and April goals with these quilt tops, but also decreasing my UFOS. Such a deal! Once they are done and done, I'll post them, too.

When my friend Carolyn and I went to the Caritas fundraising auction, the I Spy Quilts sadly didn't generate much interest. So Carolyn won the bid on the pink one, and I won the bid on the blue one. Now, I don't have to make my little Stephen an I Spy quilt! Here he is inspecting HIS quilt!



Such is the life, isn't it? Nothing could be better than a spot in the sun, and a stack of quilts. Clyde thinks so!

Friday, March 02, 2007

I AM SO EXCITED!

First!

For the anonymous poster who asked about the 6.5" blocks in my friendship exchange in the last post: I always use basic blocks, and I think most if not all of these blocks came from either The Quick and Easy Block Tool by C &T Publishing or Barbara Brackman's Block Base. There are a couple of paper pieced ones done by my two friends, but since I DONT paper piece, I don't have a clue!

Also, someone way back when I posted my Beach Kitties asked me where I found the pattern. I have to admit that I put that question aside, then forgot about it while I was looking for the pattern so I could tell you about it. I still don't have a clue where the pattern went, but I CAN tell you that it was about 5 years ago that I got it. A note is on my design wall now, reminding me that if I find it, I will post the designer.

Now, about the news of why I am so excited!

I belong to the Kansas Art Quilters Organization. Each year, they earn a grant to further our artistic endeavors. And for the last couple of years, I have been fortunate enough to get one of the 15 or so seats in the classes. I've studied with Rayna Gilman, Rayna Gillman & Jette Clover on personal mark making and Jan Myers Newbury on shibori dyeing. So, imagine my surprise when one of my "sheroes" is going to be here in May AND I GOT A SEAT IN THE CLASS!!


In the event that you don't recognize this woman, her name is Jean Ray Laury, and she is FANTASTIC!!!!

So now, I am off to pin a couple more quilts to be ready for quilting, and take some pictures of the two charity quilts that are finally done! Tonight is one of the charity auction events where the I Spy and my friend Carolyn's quilt will be auctioned. Semi-formal, no less!

Sunday, February 25, 2007

It pays to get up early


I am not, nor have I ever been, an early riser. Yes, I can rise and shine if I have to, but I just prefer not to. Recently, I have been going to bed earlier, but I still get up around the same time. This might have something to do with working out at the gym 5 days per week, but I digress.

Last night, I went to bed thinking about my goals for today. I really, really want to finish up at least two of the Caritas Clinics charity quilts. I guess that's what woke me earlier than usual. On my way downstairs to the stewdio, I caught a glimpse of the sky peeking through the landing window. I grabbed my camera, stepped outside, and for the first time in a long time, I saw the sun rise. The sky was just beautiful

I'm supposed to be quilting today...supposed to be working on those two charity quilts that will bring me to my goal of at least one charity quilt completed per month - well, almost, anyway. So what if the January one is still waiting along with the February one? And that the next two are waiting for just a couple of borders to be attached? So what, if I want to play with something else?

So?

Yesterday, a few of the Amazing Quilt Babes came over for a "free" stitch day. In other words, we got to play with whatever we wanted to do. It wasn't a birthday stitch day, so four of us played with backings and blocks and prepping applique. We also managed to make it to the "new" little quilt shop 13 miles south of my house, The Needle Nest. You know, we HAD to go!

I played with making more 6.5" blocks to go with the existing 60 blocks I already have. About 3 years ago, a few friends and I (Bonnie included) exchanged 6.5" blocks with each other. I love every one of them! I had just gotten my new Pfaff, and I learned that with the proper equipment (IDT foot), I can do weensy bitsy pieces! I just couldn't put them away today when it was time to set up the quilting machine. No, I just couldn't put them back in their bag, could I?

I remembered Bonnie's 4 Patch and furrows setting, and I wondered how it would work with these blocks? So, instead of quilting on those two charity quilts, I got out other equipment. The new rotary cutter blade, and my new EZ Angle 6.5" ruler, and my new fabric. Now, this fabric is so very different than what I usually work with, but I DID want the quilt to look old-fashioned.



The bottom row is where I ran out of the darker fabric, and I still need to make another dozen 6.5" blocks, but I do think I'm going to like it!

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Put on your Sunglasses

This is the view out my stewdio window. Those poor little finches are all fluffed up and still singing their song for me! Be sure to click on the picture to enlarge it so you can see their pretty red feathers, too.

The weather still isn't cooperating here on the edge of the prairies. Today is our 36th day of below freezing temperatures! An Alberta Clipper came through here last night with wind gusts of 50 mph, and my sewing room was a bit on the chilly side when I started this morning! The sun is out and shining now, though, so it doesn't feel quite so cold. They say that it should be in the 50's by the end of the next week, but we'll see.

I've been busy this last week working on yet another donation quilt. I have two granddaughters who attend a private school, and their annual fundraising auction is March 2. I originally was going to make two small quilts, but Carolyn offered to make one, too, so that left me with only one to do. Isn't that nice?

The I Spy baby quilt (monkey wrench pattern) was actually the brainchild of my partner in crime, eh quilting, Carolyn. The blocks finish at 6", so they're pretty cute! (And these birds look a bit happier than the finches outside my window, too.)



I Spy Quilt 56" square


Carolyn's Child's Quilt (From P.S. I Love You) 59" X 62"

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Will it ever come?

We still have ice on our driveway, left from the end of December. There is still snow on the bird feeders. The air is so frosty in the mornings when I leave for the gym, it hurts my nose. It has been darned cold, and it will continue to be darned cold this next week. The local meteorologist told us to prepare ourselves for the coldest part of the winter that will be here this coming week. What does that mean, I wonder?

Well, I just can't stand it anymore! So I prepared myself. Here's my Spring! And it's not too late, either! This is from an book called Seasonal Banners (unknown author). Of course, I've modified it to make it my own.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Birthday Friends

I don't need to go into much detail for the latest birthday quilt the Amazing Quilt Babes completed this last Saturday. (For those of you who are new to my blog, search "birthday quilt" on this blog page, and you can read about how this is done.) I was the lucky girl who drew January for my stitch birthday, and I just couldn't decide what I want them to do. I finally hit on the fact that I have a tub of finished blocks that they could put together for me. So, it is yet ANOTHER Everything But the Kitchen Sink. I had most of the stars completed by the time they arrived at 9:00 AM, and the top (less the borders) was complete by about 2:00 PM.

Because we were such good girls, we decided a little adventure was in order. A new shop has opened in Louisburg, KS called the Needle Nest. As luck would have it, it is only 13 miles from my house. So off we went! It is a lovely little shop, in an 1850's house. They don't have a ton of fabric, but what they have is luscious. About half of the shop is yarn, and they have a great little detached building all decorated up for classes. I liked the people there so much, I went back again yesterday, and signed up for a knitting class in March. As if I need another project!

Friday, January 26, 2007

What I did on my winter vacation


Books I read on vacation
(Reviews of all books from amazon.com):

The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker
Quiltgranny's Rating: C
A nice easy read, but not too deep.

Two sisters, Leeann and Mary Beth, have the debut novel The Song Reader firmly in their grip. Author Lisa Tucker seems almost entranced by her main characters, a teenager and her older sister whose mother is dead and father has disappeared. They've put together a cheery and eccentric life in their small midwestern hometown. Mary Beth--beautiful, empathetic and smart--practices an art she calls song reading. Clients come to her and tell her the songs that are stuck in their head, and she decodes the song to help them with their problems. Says her little sister Leeann, the novel's narrator: "She could take a customer who had all kinds of problems--poverty and family quarrels and lost love and even illness--and point her finger at the one thing that, if they found it and dealt with it, would give them the strength to handle all the rest." Leeann sees Mary Beth's song reading--and everything else about her sister--as admirable and glorious. But Mary Beth's gift leads her to a secret truth about a prominent neighbor, and the fragile structure of the girls' orphaned life comes tumbling down. Each secret seems to domino another until the sisters' whole complex emotional history is laid bare. The Song Reader can be a little willfully twee with its wacky characters and unlikely scenarios, but Tucker has so thoroughly imagined her protagonists' psychological workings that the book exerts an undeniable pull.

The Memory Keepers Daughter by Kim Edwards
Quiltgranny's Rating: B-
Nice wordcrafting and interesting plot, but a little hokey, and I hated the rushed ending.


Edwards's assured but schematic debut novel (after her collection, The Secrets of a Fire King) hinges on the birth of fraternal twins, a healthy boy and a girl with Down syndrome, resulting in the father's disavowal of his newborn daughter. A snowstorm immobilizes Lexington, Ky., in 1964, and when young Norah Henry goes into labor, her husband, orthopedic surgeon Dr. David Henry, must deliver their babies himself, aided only by a nurse. Seeing his daughter's handicap, he instructs the nurse, Caroline Gill, to take her to a home and later tells Norah, who was drugged during labor, that their son Paul's twin died at birth. Instead of institutionalizing Phoebe, Caroline absconds with her to Pittsburgh. David's deception becomes the defining moment of the main characters' lives, and Phoebe's absence corrodes her birth family's core over the course of the next 25 years. David's undetected lie warps his marriage; he grapples with guilt; Norah mourns her lost child; and Paul not only deals with his parents' icy relationship but with his own yearnings for his sister as well. Though the impact of Phoebe's loss makes sense, Edwards's redundant handling of the trope robs it of credibility. This neatly structured story is a little too moist with compassion.

Empress Orchid by Anchee Min
Quiltgranny's Rating: A+
A wonderfully written historical novel. Kept me reading through the night.


Talk about story arc: poor girl from rural China auditions for a job as royal concubine, winds up as emperor's wife number four, gives birth to the "last Emperor," rules China as regent for 46 years. The fascinating, implausible life of Tsu Hsi, or "Orchid," was reviled by the revolutionary Chinese, but here it receives a sympathetic treatment from Min (Red Azalea; Becoming Madame Mao), who once again brilliantly lifts the public mask of a celebrated woman to reveal a contradictory character. Sexually assertive, intellectually ambitious, socially striving, Min's Orchid is also "isolated, tense, and in some vague but very real way, dissatisfied." Even after giving birth to the emperor's only son, Orchid feels trapped by the stultifying imperial rituals and persecuted by the other residents of the Forbidden City: six other royal wives, 3,000 invisible concubines and 2,000 scheming eunuchs. In addition to these powerful distractions, she has to discipline her overindulged son, outmaneuver the ruthless politician Su Shun (who wants her buried alive when the emperor dies) and advise the ailing emperor how to fend off both the Boxers and the Western "barbarians." Min, herself a survivor of China's Cultural Revolution, has done a prodigious amount of on-site research to capture the glorious, hopeless last days of the Ching dynasty. At times her writing is textbook-flat, and she sometimes loses track of her teeming cast of characters (for example, Orchid's dangerous mother-in-law and mentally ill sister). But readers will be enthralled by the gorgeously woven cultural tapestry and the psychologically astute portrait of the empress-a talented girl from the provinces who married (way) up.

Widow of the South by Robert Hicks
Quiltgranny's Rating: A++

Absolutely the best historical fiction I have read in a long time. Actual photos of the Widow and pictures of the Civil War cemetery on her property.

Hicks's big historical first novel, based on true events in his hometown, follows the saga of Carrie McGavock, a lonely Confederate wife who finds purpose transforming her Tennessee plantation into a hospital and cemetery during the Civil War. Carrie is mourning the death of several of her children, and, in the absence of her husband, has left the care of her house to her capable Creole slave Mariah. Before the 1864 battle of Franklin, Confederate Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest commandeers her house as a field hospital. In alternating points of view, the battle is recounted by different witnesses, including Union Lt. Nathan Stiles, who watches waves of rebels shot dead, and Confederate Sgt. Zachariah Cashwell, who loses a leg. By the end of the battle, 9,000 soldiers have perished, and thousands of Confederates are buried in a field near the McGavock plantation. Zachariah ends up in Carrie's care at the makeshift hospital, and their rather chaste love forms the emotional pulse of the novel, while Carrie fights to relocate the buried soldiers when her wealthy neighbor threatens to plow up the field after the war. Valiantly, Hicks returns to small, human stories in the midst of an epic catastrophe. Though occasionally overwrought, this impressively researched novel will fascinate aficionados.

The Poet by Michael Connelly
Quiltgranny's Rating: A
I just can't get enough of Connelly. One of the best crime fiction writers since Wambaugh!

Jack McEvoy is a Denver crime reporter with the stickiest assignment of his career. His twin brother, homicide detective Sean McEvoy, was found dead in his car from a self-inflicted bullet wound to the head--an Edgar Allen Poe quote smeared on the windshield. Jack is going to write the story. The problem is that Jack doesn't believe that his brother killed himself, and the more information he uncovers, the more it looks like Sean's death was the work of a serial killer. Jack's research turns up similar cases in cities across the country, and within days, he's sucked into an intense FBI investigation of an Internet pedophile who may also be a cop killer nicknamed the Poet. It's only a matter of time before the Poet kills again, and as Jack and the FBI team struggle to stay ahead of him, the killer moves in, dangerously close.


The Painted House by John Grisham
Quiltgranny's Rating: A
A surprisingly tender story that made me smile and cry at the same time.

Ever since he published The Firm in 1991, John Grisham has remained the undisputed champ of the legal thriller. With A Painted House, however, he strikes out in a new direction. As the author is quick to note, this novel includes "not a single lawyer, dead or alive," and readers will search in vain for the kind of lowlife machinations that have been his stock-in-trade. Instead, Grisham has delivered a quieter, more contemplative story, set in rural Arkansas in 1952. It's harvest time on the Chandler farm, and the family has hired a crew of migrant Mexicans and "hill people" to pick 80 acres of cotton. A certain camaraderie pervades this bucolic dream team. But it's backbreaking work, particularly for the 7-year-old narrator, Luke: "I would pick cotton, tearing the fluffy bolls from the stalks at a steady pace, stuffing them into the heavy sack, afraid to look down the row and be reminded of how endless it was, afraid to slow down because someone would notice."
What's more, tensions begin to simmer between the Mexicans and the hill people, one of whom has a penchant for bare-knuckles brawling. This leads to a brutal murder, which young Luke has the bad luck to witness. At this point--with secrets, lies, and at least one knife fight in the offing--the plot begins to take on that familiar, Grisham-style momentum. Still, such matters ultimately take a back seat in A Painted House to the author's evocation of time and place. This is, after all, the scene of his boyhood, and Grisham waxes nostalgic without ever succumbing to deep-fried sentimentality. Meanwhile, his account of Luke's Baptist upbringing occasions some sly (and telling) humor:

I'd been taught in Sunday school from the day I could walk that lying would send you straight to hell. No detours. No second chances. Straight into the fiery pit, where Satan was waiting with the likes of Hitler and Judas Iscariot and General Grant. Thou shalt not bear false witness, which, of course, didn't sound exactly like a strict prohibition against lying, but that was the way the Baptists interpreted it.
Whether Grisham will continue along these lines, or revert to the judicial shark tank for his next book, is anybody's guess. But A Painted House suggests that he's perfectly capable of telling an involving story with nary a subpoena in sight.


The Tender Bar: A memoir by JR Moehringer
Quiltgranny's Rating: C
I still can't figure out why I didn't put this book down and walk away. I thought it was an ode to drinking and alcoholism, and people I don't care to meet or know. I must have been having a couple of bad days when I read this, because I felt it was further from the review than any book I've ever bought after reading it! Don't forget - this review is from Amazon.com!

This is one of those books that paralyzes the reviewer in its beauty. What can I say to convince you to read this book? Ideally, I'd just highlight every single line and make you read it.

It is nearly impossible to pin down one theme Moehringer's memoir is about: Fatherless boys? Working class moms trying to make ends meet? The search for a father figure in a crowd of bartenders? The genesis of a journalist, of a writer? The life of a blue-collar Yalie? Determining one's purpose in life? An intense character study of men in a bar? The rebellion of a son against his mom's intense love and support? Society's love affair with alcohol? In the end, this memoir is all of this and so much more, told in marvelous prose.

The author biography in the back jacket flap reveals that Moehringer is a Pulitzer Prize winner and national correspondent for the Los Angeles Times. These facts will help buoy the reader when our author is failing out of Yale, failing at life, or struggling to get promoted beyond his hard-won copyboy position at the New York Times. Moehringer searches for purpose, reason, motivations, and positive reinforcement (other than from his mother). He especially struggles with his unpublished novel, which he worked on for close to a decade (and which I suspect became the basis for his memoir, since the novel was reportedly largely autobiographical).

This is one of those books one needs to own, for the underlining of critical passages and literary references to review again later. Be prepared to get intimate with the tough, ruddy-faced bartenders and barkeeps of Publicans (especially Uncle Charlie, who I have known in another body in my own life), and to put Steve's bar on the list of places to visit before you die.


The Glass Castle: A memoir by Jeanette Walls
Quiltgranny's Rating: A
I still find it amazing what people can do to themselves and their children. This is one that I wouldn't believe as true, except that Jeanette Walls is one of my favorite MSNBC reporters!

Jeannette Walls's father always called her "Mountain Goat" and there's perhaps no more apt nickname for a girl who navigated a sheer and towering cliff of childhood both daily and stoically. In The Glass Castle, Walls chronicles her upbringing at the hands of eccentric, nomadic parents--Rose Mary, her frustrated-artist mother, and Rex, her brilliant, alcoholic father. To call the elder Walls's childrearing style laissez faire would be putting it mildly. As Rose Mary and Rex, motivated by whims and paranoia, uprooted their kids time and again, the youngsters (Walls, her brother and two sisters) were left largely to their own devices. But while Rex and Rose Mary firmly believed children learned best from their own mistakes, they themselves never seemed to do so, repeating the same disastrous patterns that eventually landed them on the streets. Walls describes in fascinating detail what it was to be a child in this family, from the embarrassing (wearing shoes held together with safety pins; using markers to color her skin in an effort to camouflage holes in her pants) to the horrific (being told, after a creepy uncle pleasured himself in close proximity, that sexual assault is a crime of perception; and being pimped by her father at a bar). Though Walls has well earned the right to complain, at no point does she play the victim. In fact, Walls' removed, nonjudgmental stance is initially startling, since many of the circumstances she describes could be categorized as abusive (and unquestioningly neglectful). But on the contrary, Walls respects her parents' knack for making hardships feel like adventures, and her love for them--despite their overwhelming self-absorption--resonates from cover to cover.

Old Filth by Jane Gardham
Quiltgranny's Rating: A-
I thought I would try a recommendation from the Wall Street Journal about a well-known English writer who is just now being published in the US for something different. I wasn't disappointed! I'd like to find some of her other books after reading this one! Fascinating story about people in time and places I never thought about before.

British novelist Gardam has twice won the Whitbread and was shortlisted for the Man Booker. This, her 15th novel, was shortlisted in Britain for the Orange Prize; it outlines 20th-century British history through the life of Sir Edward Feathers, a barrister whose acronymic nickname provides the title: "Failed in London, Try Hong Kong." At nearly 80, Feathers, retired in Dorset after many years as a respected Hong Kong judge, is a hollow man with few real friends and a cold, sexless marriage that has just ended with the death of his wife, Betty. For the first time, "Filth" (as even Betty called him) delves into the past that produced him: a "Raj orphan" raised by a series of surrogates while his father worked in Singapore, Filth served briefly in WWII (guarding the Queen) and had a lackluster stint as a London barrister before emigrating. The flashbacks contrast British privilege and the chaos that ensues when the empire (especially Filth's childhood Malaya), starts to crumble. As Filth undertakes chaotic visits to his Welsh foster home and other sites, Gardam's sharp, acerbic style counterpoints Feathers's dryness. Well-rounded secondary figures further highlight his emptiness and that of empire.

Harvest of the Heart by Jodi Picoult
Quiltgranny's Rating: C
I usually like everything that Picoult writes. This is an early book that I missed (I think from 1995?). It wasn't really great. A lot of whining about the same thing over and over again. I just wanted to tell the two people to get over it and move on!

In her second novel, the author of Songs of the Humpback Whale ( LJ 5/15/92) recounts with power and grace a young woman's efforts to achieve "grandeur... and the ability to be comfortable in the world." Paige O'Toole Prescott, a gifted portraitist, sets aside her art to support her husband, Nicholas, during his medical training. His wealthy parents reject Paige, who already suffers from self-doubt after being abandoned by her mother. Despite Nicholas's success as a surgeon and the young couple's love for each other, the birth of their son catapults them into emotional crisis. Paige's resulting quest for courage and self-confidence forces Nicholas, her parents, and her in-laws to reevaluate their attitudes, standards, and behavior. Picoult considers various forces that can unite or fracture families and examines the complexities of the human heart both literally and figuratively.

Started but haven't finished:
Ines of My Soul by Isabel Allende
Quiltgranny's Rating: A (so far)
I love ANYHING by Allende. This one is a bit more difficult because of my unfamiliarity with the names, the time frame and geographical areas. It's wordcrafted so beautifully though, I am taking my time with it.

Only months after the inauguration of Chile's first female president, Allende recounts in her usual sweeping style the grand tale of Doña Inés Suárez (1507– 1580), arguably the country's founding mother. Writing in the year of her death, Inés tells of her modest girlhood in Spain and traveling to the New World as a young wife to find her missing husband, Juan. Upon learning of Juan's humiliating death in battle, Inés determines to stay in the fledgling colony of Peru, where she falls fervently in love with Don Pedro de Valdivia, loyal field marshal of Francisco Pizarro. The two lovers aim to found a new society based on Christian and egalitarian principles that Valdivia later finds hard to reconcile with his personal desire for glory. Inés proves herself not only a capable helpmate and a worthy cofounder of a nation, but also a ferocious fighter who both captivates and frightens her fellow settlers. Inés narrates with a clear eye and a sensitivity to native peoples that rarely lapses into anachronistic political correctness. Basing the tale on documented events of her heroine's life, Allende crafts a swift, thrilling epic, packed with fierce battles and passionate romance.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Honey, I'm home!

We've actually been back home for about a week now, but it's the first time I've had to actually create a page instead of reading. I decided I would reward myself first with reading all my old favorites (and some new one) in blogger land. But now, it's time to share, again, isn't it?

We had a lovely time, as always! Something new this year, though, and probably for the next couple of years is CONSTRUCTION! Right next to the property where we've always stayed is going to be a mega resort and it's owned by Viceroy. I believe there are other properties like this in FL and Palm Springs. Many morning we woke up to the noise of equipment, and/or the wild chickens and roosters that were roaming around in front of our villa.

Overall, I can't say enough about our trip, and how much we both needed this vacation. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. In another entry, I promise I'll list the 11 books I read with a small review of each. Today, I am cutting, cutting, cutting for my Birthday Stitch Day of 2007 which will be THIS Saturday.

This is an airborne view of the island of Anguilla. It's about 16 miles long, and this is about 1/2 of the entire island. Where we stay is on the beach on the right topmost part of this picture in the curve.


This is the entrance to our Garden Suite.

This is the side of the Suite facing the ocean. All new landscaping has been planted, so it's not quite as secluded as in years past and there's a better view of the ocean.
After a short walk 2 minute walk, this is the entrance to the beach, just past the sea grapes.

And at the end of the path? Paradise, just waiting for me!

I walked 2,000 steps on the beach (measured with my pedometer) morning, and afternoon each day, with added 2,000 more about half the time by sunset!
As you can see, this beach is SO-O-O crowded!

Mead's Bay (our beach) attracts many yachts that anchor overnight or just come in to play for the day. Here's one of the world's largest yachts, The Lone Ranger. You can read more about it here, if this is what floats your boat (scroll down the page to see it)

There are other yachts that stop by, too, but this has to be one of the largest ones I've seen so close to the beach itself. I think it's a party rental out of Miami, but I really don't know. Some party, eh?

A slight breeze always kept the 85 degree weather quite nice on the island. And you can see a small clump of sea grapes at the base of these palms.

A few of the flowering plants were nice bright spots in the landscape.



Even though I planned for this to be my reading spot, I never made it there. Doesn't it look perfect?

One of my favorite meals: Anguillian Crayfish at Zarrah's.

When we flew back home, we got stuck in Dallas overnight because of all the ice and snow. We decided early on to just go to the Hyatt Hotel at the airport and not even try to get home with all the flights cancelled. It's the first time I have ever seen the airport so deserted - and hardly any planes at the jetways. Even so, it still took us twice as long the next day to finally arrive back home. This is what the approach to the Kansas City runway looked like as we flew in.
Quite a change, huh?

So that's it from here. I've got about a hundred more photos, but they're much of the same. As far as my beach kitties go, I worked on only one of them, and they are sitting by my chair in the hearth room waiting to be seen again. <<<>>> Sew much to do, sew little time.