It’s kinda funny but I suppose this happens to all of us as we get older. The trip down Memory Lane takes longer and happens more often. Two things I think make my life extra special (at least to me anyway) is that I never have trouble sleeping. I can sleep anywhere . . any time! In the car, on the plane, in a hotel, in a stranger’s house . . takes me about 20 seconds to fall asleep and I sleep til the alarm goes off . . can be 20 minutes or 10 hours. The second thing is that I forget the bad memories. Truth is . . I seem to forget most everything these days! 🙂 Seriously, I can only remember one short period in my life that I would call “bad times” and it was fairly brief and I had the support of family and friends to help me through. There have been rough patches along the way but it was stuff like Chad not doing well in school, or right before we moved here, we had a serious choice to make and we almost made the choice not to come here. The other choice seemed so right when we made it but as we thought about it more, it wasn’t the right choice, though everything pointed to that decision. Anyway … my life has been great and most all my memories are good ones. As I go through the boxes in the basement that I am determined to go through, almost every single thing makes me smile. One box had old Quilters’ Newsletter magazines . . some from 1978. I wasn’t even quilting til 1980 so I guess if I found an old one somewhere along the way,I bought it too.
Some of you probably remember when even the cover was in black and white. Think about how the covers of magazines today are packed with little blurbs about what’s inside the issue. Not in the old days . . one special quilt graced the cover.
The inside . . not color, no glitz! Back then, a subscription was 1 year (10 issues) for $7.50 or 3 years (30 issues) for $19.50.
My favorite find though was this:
I remember when Mary Ellen Hopkins’ “It’s Okay if You Sit on my Quilt” book came out. That was so innovative! And this little pad of graph paper was a companion product for the book. I could sit and draw out the squares and triangles and just come up with so many designs. I hardly had time to go to work any more! 🙂
The Calico Patch — it’s where I learned to quilt, all the way back in 1980. It’s where I met Mrs. Broussard and Norma and Kathy . . ladies I thought walked on water because they knew so much about quilting! It’s where I took classes . . to hand piece and hand quilt. It’s where I became a fabric addict. The shop is no longer there . . hasn’t been there in years. I sure am thankful that it was there back when I first found them though! I might never have learned to quilt. Oh . . that’s a scary thought!