Story of the Quilt Bears:

teddy_bearGo back … go all the way back to the 1950s:  In the 1950s Mom & Dad built a new house. During the building process our family lived in the detached 2-car garage–all except Great Aunt Ollie.  Because of her age, Aunt Ollie stayed with Mother’s brother and his wife.

When the new house was far enough along to live in the basement, Aunt Ollie came back to the farm. She brought with her two new quilts.

The quilts were a pale pink on one side and a pale blue on the other. Aunt Ollie was ever practical and created quilts which could be used for either a girl’s room or a boy’s room.

Skip forward to the late 1970s/early 1980s: Whenever we would visit “Grandma & Grandpa”, Mother would always pull out one of those two quilts, fold it and put it on the floor for my son to sleep/play on.

Skip forward to 2015/2016: When my husband fractured his shoulder and was ordered to sleep in a chair until it healed, one of those quilts is what he chose to use for his cover.

And now in 2017, in the tradition of the ‘Giving Tree’ and the ‘Velveteen Rabbit’, one of those quilts (faded almost white, with a few holes in it, loved/used off and on for over 60 years) will continue its life as two bears (one pictured above): collecting love/memories from yet another generation.



Never Forget

I can’t believe that this was 15 years ago. It is a day I will never forgot. Back then, my husband and I listened/watched the morning news while getting ready for work. When we turned on the TV, the first building had just been hit. We watched live as the 2nd plane struck.

Since I was self-employed (working from my home), the TV was on all day. I logged onto an internet chat room I frequented and one of the “regulars” was there. I was surprised because she was from Brooklyn. Turns out she was at work and they had no phone service, TV access etc. She and her co-workers had no idea what was happening other than something happened to the Twin Towers. So I spent the afternoon (between work etc) keeping her updated.

No words can adequately express the emotions of that morning and during the following days.


… And more


2016 keeps blowing  through my life leaving challenges in its wake. On August 1st my husband of 40 years died (I would say unexpectedly … but that would be redundant since  death generally is unexpected).

Again, I’ve been absent … hopefully that will change.