Block 11 for Grandma’s Kitchen is called Peppermint Swirls. Pattern is by Pat Sloan and can be found at http://www.ilovetomakequilts.com/2017/09/free-block-1125-grandmas-kitchen-sew-along-a-weekly-deal.html
My peppermint swirl pieces still need the applique top stitching done. They are “just fused” to the background piece. When I get my Janome back, then I can do that stitching. I think I will color match the threads when I do the top stitching.
With each block, Pat tells stories of her memories of both of her grandmothers. They are sweet stories, and really make me ponder on my own grandmothers. Pat’s grandma always had peppermints. My Grandma Bessie always had lifesavers in her pocketbook. I decided to go with the “peppermint swirl” after I thought about the block for a while. Grandma Bessie always made ice cream with the leftover peppermint candy canes.
Grandma Bessie was the one that I knew the best. She lived about 150 miles away, and we saw her frequently. I know that when I was really little she lived much closer and my older siblings say she really took care of all of us. My mother was recovering from cancer following the birth of my youngest sister, and I was just too little to know much of what was going on. I was only 1 1/2 when my sister was born, and I presume my grandmother kept the ship afloat while mother had surgeries and radiation. I have scant memories of toddler times. I am told that my mother and grandmother took the 5 children on a trip to Wyoming, and along the way I contracted scarlet fever. I must have been about 3 years old at that time. When we got home, all the children went to stay with my grandmother, while my mother cared for me in our home that had been quarantined by the health department. I know that my grandmother made silk nightgowns for me, from my father’s WWII parachute. I also know that the garments, linens and so forth all went into the incinerator in the back yard. I remember lying on the sofa in the living room, under the big picture window in those silky nightgowns. Grandma would dye them yellow, because it was my favorite color.
My best memories begin when I was probably elementary school age, and got to spend more one on one time with her. By then, she lived in the Mojave desert, care taker of a ranch. It was a place where the “wealthy” people came on the weekends. I don’t really know what work she did; but I do remember hiking in the hills, picking up arrowheads, and learning about rattle snakes and the like. Grandma always carried a shovel with a sharp edge in the trunk of the car. She was a feisty woman, and there was not much she would not try to do on her own. She was a “rock hound” and a collector of those pretty bottles that changed colors in the hot sun. Her window sills were lined with the bottles she had gathered around the desert.
This photo was taken of her in 1973 or 1974. I remember she was excited to see my “new” car. I was 17 or 18, and she was approaching 80.
And this photo was from the late 50’s, near her “new car”. It’s funny, I think she had that same car until she quit driving! I look so tall next to my baby sister!
We had some lovely adventures in that old car, driving trips out in the desert to lava fields and dry lake beds, and to the base of Mount Whitney, and out to old abandoned gold mining towns. Why, as school age youngsters, we even went to the Senior Citizens center with her, and learned to play cards. She really made each of the 5 children feel special in their own right. She was the typical grandma in an apron, cooking something wonderful for dinner, dishing up scoops of ice cream and tucking you in at night!
This is a fun project and brings up lots of lovely memories.
What’s happening in your sewing room this week?