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Jeepin' In Big Bend

8/29/2021

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Back in the 90's, we had a ’77 Jeep CJ 7 with a V8 motor. It was big. It was loud. It was powerful. It was obnoxious and I loved it. Sometimes I’d drive it to work in Dallas and motor up three levels in the parking garage rattling windows and setting off car alarms. It was great! We took it to Colorado and climbed mountains. In New Mexico we maneuvered up narrow forest roads to come out on a ridge where you could see all the way to Mexico. But the trip to Big Bend National Park is what this story is about.

Pretty much all the roads in the park are accessible by most vehicles. But Glenn wanted a “skull and crossbones” type trail to take the Jeep down. Most all the roads had warning signs to beware of flash floods during a rainstorm. Hey, it was the desert, what rain could there be? We found a road on the park map marked “Not Park Maintained.” That was what he was looking for. At the beginning of the trail a hand lettered sign said something like ‘proceed at your own risk.’ Glenn grinned real big and off we went.

Being in the Chisos Mountains in that far corner of Texas is like going back in time. Stone water troughs beside skeletons of wooden windmills mark where pioneers tried to create civilization. By and large, that didn’t work out. It is a harsh environment, suited for rattlesnakes and javelina, a herd of which roamed through the motel grounds every evening at dusk. The little pigs, not the snakes, of course.

Many of the maintained trails led to the Rio Grande. It was kind of odd standing there on the bank of that slow, muddy river knowing one could throw a rock to Mexico. Somehow we got off on what we thought was a road but turned out to be a sandy river bottom, likely an area the Rio Grande had run at some time before changing course or maybe just a sand bar. I was driving and did all right until it got pretty deep and I knew it would be better for Glenn to drive. That was wild, spinning tires, slinging sand, and inching forward. Getting back on the gravel road was a relief.

The scenery is majestic, worthy of the National Park status. But the land is as harsh as it is beautiful. However, there is a true peace there. Artists come to paint, hikers to hike. Us, we ride around. The rumble of the V8 Jeep sort of shattered that peace as we motored off into the back country.

The “unmaintained” trail was one of those places often called a “wash’ or an “arroyo.” Basically, it was a dry creek bed filled with sand and rocks fallen from who knows where. Glenn drove very slowly, picking our way through the obstacles. Often you could see where some off road maniac rolled a rock into a gap so tires could get across. Several times we were at such a sideways angle I could put my foot out and touch the rock. It was a slow go and Glenn loved it.

Then, some dark clouds blocked out the sun. In the distance we could see rain. There we were, in a dry creek bed which would likely carry one of those forewarned flash floods. We got nervous, but there was nothing to do but keep going and get out of there while the clouds grew ever closer. A couple of times we could smell rain. I cannot lie, I was scared.
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At long last we emerged from the trail onto the top of a mesa. What a huge relief! Glenn conquered the extreme trail and the Jeep came out unscathed. He climbed up on the Jeep to get a look around and had a beer. I’m sure I had a Diet Sprite. A few raindrops fell on us, but we didn’t care. We made it out all right. That Jeep is long gone, but recently I found the photos and thought I'd share the story.
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A Quilt With a Heart

8/25/2021

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It’s kind of funny, while I don’t “get” abstract art, I am drawn to nontraditional quilt patterns with an abstract quality. Repetitive star block quilts just don’t turn me on. And I seem to have an eye for color. An artist, my friend Bettye’s mom, once complimented me, “Elaine, you understand color…” Anyways, somewhere I found a cool, free pattern in a technique called “Bargello.” An ongoing debate exists if the pronunciation is Bar-Jello or Bar-Gello with a hard “G.” For the record, I asked an Italian quilter, she said definitely Bar-Gello. Tomato, Tomahto, Potato, Patahto. Anyways, the technique is enthralling. So, I printed this pattern of an asymmetrical heart and read the instructions. Such as they were. It was Greek to me. I set it aside for several months, picking it up occasionally to see if the words made any sense.

Finally, I scanned a page of the Greek and posted a question on the Bargello quilt FaceBook page. Ah, help arrived with a couple of clues and the light bulb came on. I figured out what to do, picked fabric from the “stash,” got to cutting and sewing. There was no plan for what to do with the finished quilt, I was just making it for the heck of it, using what I had and trying not to spend any money. About half way through the assembly process, my friend Brenda’s mom passed away. I looked at the pink and mauve fabric and thought, this will be for Brenda. Now with a purpose, I happily continued on. But when the top was complete, I had a problem.

The colors blended too much. They were quite complimentary, but you couldn’t see the heart very well. Darn. I realized I should have used more contrasting fabric, but it was too late.  A couple of months before this I discovered a casual friend was a “long-arm quilter,” meaning he has the big, computerized machine to do fancy quilting on large pieces. Plus, bonus, he lives about three miles from me. I showed it to him and he thought on it a while. The solution was to double batt the heart with a loose quilting pattern, and use single batting and a tight pattern on the background. This allowed the heart to literally “stand out.” I finished it and made my plan to surprise my friend.
About this same time, I had the opportunity to coordinate a quilt exhibit at the local arts council gallery. Ooh, think I, I’ll hang the heart bargello in that exhibit and ask Brenda to come to the reception. I sewed on a label to show it was in memory of her mother. I kept the secret for over a month. The fine arts director thought my plan was great and chose to put it right in the lobby.

During that reception, I was visiting with some people and suddenly, there was Brenda. Now, this gal is a special friend. We go back forty years to college days. She’s a character in my book, “Ridin’ Around.” Every time I hear Earth Wind and Fire’s song “September,” or Gerry Rafferty’s “Baker Street,” I think of her practicing her modern dance routines to those songs in the hallway of our college dorm. She was there for me when I was recovering from a motorcycle wreck. I took her to the hospital when she fell off a ladder and broke her foot. These days, we attend a weekly line dance class together.

Anyways, I grabbed her hand and led her back up to the front. The fine arts director followed us, and took photos and video. I explained how that stunning quilt hanging there in the front lobby of the gallery was for her, for her mom. Yes, we cried together. It was a truly special moment. A few weeks later she came by the house to pick up the quilt and take it home. We cried again.
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Every quilt has a story. I’m pretty emotional about this one, but it was a special moment. It should be hanging in her house now so she can see it every day. That’s a powerful connection between good, good friends.

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How I Got Into Quilting - The 70273 Project

8/20/2021

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PictureMe at the Houston International Quilt Show and the abstract XX mini quilt I made. If memory serves me correctly, there were over 200 pairs of red X's on that piece.
Now that I’m getting pretty good at putting a quilt together, people ask me how I got started. That’s a pretty good story, so here goes.

My sister friend, Pam, whose father was in WWII, as my parents were, told me about a sewing project to commemorate 70,273 mentally and physically disabled people who were murdered by the Nazis in what came to be known as the Aktion T4 program. The 70273 Project was founded by a quilting lady in North Carolina whose sister-in-law was brain damaged in a tragic accident as a child. Jeanne Hewell-Chambers saw a documentary on the Holocaust which briefly mentioned how prior to the mass murder of the Jews, disabled people were targeted for assessment by Nazi doctors. Their information was on a form which went through three doctors. If two of the three put a red X on the form, the person was executed.

This master quilter in the hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains thought, ‘Oh, my, that would have been Nancy. She is so precious to us, we love her so much and they would have killed her with no regard for the person she is.’ Jeanne saw in her mind pairs of red X’s on a white background. A little research led to the statistic that 70,273 people were murdered in this program. She then had an epiphany, a life mission to create quilts containing white blocks with pairs of red X’s to raise awareness of the value of the mentally and physical disabled. She set up standards and provided detailed instructions to maintain consistency. The project took off like proverbial gangbusters and people from all over the world, 143 different countries, volunteered to help.

Back in the day, I sewed. Heck, most of my clothes worn in school were homemade. My mom gave me a sewing machine in about 1984. I used it some, but it got stuck in the closet and moved several times. Upon becoming involved in the project, I started sewing again. I became an ambassador for the project, Pam and I created kits to give out for people to do blocks and mail in. I attended the Houston International Quilt Show as an ambassador and had an embroidered piece I made displayed in the project booth. The Project had 50 of the red X quilts in an exhibit there. Pam and I shipped off hundreds of pairs of X’s as well as several completed quilts and were thrilled to learn than in just shy of three years, the goal of 70,273 pairs of red X’s had been achieved.

​Amazing. The result? I felt really good about the whole thing and I got interested in quilting. I made several cool quilts before my trusty old machine finally croaked, then got a new one for under $200, and embarked on a new, creative hobby. Oh, and is it also interesting that I cannot draw, paint, or do such type art, but I can put fabrics together to make art. That is good for the soul.

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The exhibit at the Stephenville Senior Citizens Center.
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Pam and I with the "Long Skinny" we created.
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At the Tyler, TX quilt guild meeting explaining the project.
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