This past weekend my dad came out to visit me in Lunenburg. We, along with Amelie, went to the Mahone Bay Quilters Guild Show in Blockhouse. It was beautiful. I am completely blown over by how many exhausting hours goes into each quilt and how stunning they were.
The ladies there were excited about quilts and my interest in them. I was received warmly, and all my questions were answered with enthusiasm.
Since the show, I have joined the Guild and a weekly quilting group at a church close by. Anita, one very accomplished quilters at the church there, took me under her wing and showed me the nitty gritty of how it's done.
I loved the process, simple but challenging, of bending over a piece on the quilt and stitching one by one. Women trickled into the room and I was introduced to them. We talked and quilted all morning and some even shared their lunch with me.
I am falling in love with this community in Lunenburg. The history is fascinating and everyone I meet has something to teach me.
I got this quilt at an antique market for 20 bucks. Can you believe it?
These days I'm thinking a lot about history, and what it means to keep it a part of our lives.
I am also thinking about generations of people who live by the sea, rely on it, love it, fear it. The sea, which gives life in nourishment and prosperity, but also has the power to take away and devastate life. Women who wait for their men to come home, who sit and wait for the sea to decide their fate...
... and quilts! Beautiful, warm quilts around which women sit and talk it all over. Telling jokes, recalling the past, sharing recipes and remembering women who sat around them and shared their past.
