Category Archives: House quilts

Saturday olio

Olio: from the Spanish meaning spicy stew or a hodgepodge.

Rejected the sun rays around the yellow orb which is perhaps they do not speak to today’s wintry cold continues and anyway, they look hokey, right?

I’ve posted some of this week’s Paris Collage experiments below — more on Instagram. The visual prompt was the Tower of Pisa.

Hearts from Kathy Dorfer (top) and Dana, of Raven and Sparrow, featured in the collaborative Hearts for Charleston Quilt. I stitched the Mother Emanuel Church. (see sidebar)

Many accidental associations arise doing these double exposures, but while making this batch, I realized that the Tower of Pisa actually fits well with a story about race in America. Think about it: a flawed and crooked structure that manages to stay standing. And standing. And standing still longer.

MFA: Angel shadows
Navajo piece very quilt-like
Look how big those pots are!
MFA

One thing I noticed about the artist in the featured film was how thick her wrists were. All that time working clay on the wheel I suppose.

Love that last statement!

I did not feel the earthquake — was driving to an acupuncture appointment at the time — but I guess some in Boston did.

Here’s an old earthquake story. I lived in San Francisco right after graduating from college. For the entirety of my brief time there, I worried about earthquakes. Because of course one does. It takes time to develop that blasé California attitude and I wasn’t there long enough.

There were no earthquakes. But guess what? Shortly after I came back east and got an apartment in Pittsfield (on the Mass/NY line), I was WOKEN OUT OF SLEEP by an earthquake.

I’m not sure what the message there was. Maybe about the futility of worry, maybe about the power of nature to undo expectation

Regarding other unusual natural phenomena: I found the eclipse glasses from a few years back! Couldn’t initially locate them but they were exactly where I remembered stowing them. I didn’t see them the first two times I looked. And here we have basic Losing Things Lesson #1: always going back to the first place you looked and look again.

I know the difference between seeing the eclipse somewhat and seeing it in full is measured in orders of magnitude, but I will not be driving to Vermont or NH or upstate NY for a better view. Traffic will be nuts.

Lastly, this week we remember.

Memphis
That’s me lower left near Dexter Baptist Church in Montgomery

April 4 marked the 56th anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination.

More rain

There are so many things I am struggling to figure out. Like why when I write up a long WordPress post on my laptop, many of the blocks do not then “read” on my phone. Or why Instagram disappeared on my blog and reinstalling the widget doesn’t seem to work. Or why installing a newsletter subscribe button seems to require that I learn how to code.

On a more existential level, this self-publishing path is rocky, steep, and arid. It seems like every time I get moderately excited about a possible hybrid publisher, I go to their reviews and find comments like, “RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN IN THE OTHER DIRECTION,” “they don’t care about authors,” “they missed every deadline and made me wrong about it.” You get the picture. Complaints about unpaid royalties, abysmal customer service, shitty print versions, and so on.

I’ll get there but it’s daunting, particularly since there really isn’t much incentive here ($1.05 royalty on a paperback. 76 cents on ebook?) A break even situation? (not real numbers but you get the idea).

Meanwhile, with the relentless rain it’s occurred to me that New England is turning into the Pacific Northwest.

Masks. Speaking of four years ago…

I dreamt about a cathedral quilt, a construction style I’ve never attempted, and have since been thinking about how blankets = home = sacred space.

Mood

Quilting to the news

It is blustery and very cold here today. I’m not walking the dog. A sore hip and general fatigue are keeping me inside.

The Leftover Blanket has only a handful of seams left. Unlike every other day this week, tomorrow is open, not completely but close enough. As long as I can bend and stand back up, I’ll finish. AND! There will still be leftovers for another (tiny) baby blanket.

Sometimes the frothy repetition of the news bothers me. I have to say, though, I can’t quite get enough of the coverage about the Derelict Dope not being able to come up with the money to cover his bond in the NY fraud case.

Do I think Letitia James will be attaching liens to Seven Springs or other properties next week? No. Mostly because it just seems like we can’t have nice things these days. Things like court cases moving along apace or polls reflecting what a danger one candidate is or a fourth estate that points to that danger instead of writing bogus distorted headlines for clicks.

You’ve heard all this before so why do I natter on? Before I move on? Peter Navarro going to jail was pretty delicious!

Brave and reliable, delicate crocus emerge.

Brave and predictable, the fierce protector watches a FedEx truck across the way.

I’ll end with a piece of family history. I was looking for info about my GGGM on my mother’s side. Her name was Christina Phillips. All I know about her is that she was a rent collector in Hartlepool and that she made quilts and I don’t even really know that she was a quilter because I learned that from my crazy aunt (we all have one, don’t we?) and she might have been pandering to me with her embellishments.

My GF was Albert Jacques. I found this sad reference to the drowning of a 23 year old man, George Phillips Jacques. My grandfather’s brother? If so, how could I never have heard this story? More research to come.

I was signed on to ancestry for a while and benefited from a ton of research one of my cousins dug up. One of these days, I’ll get back in and see what’s been updated.

In light of the recent Irish holiday, I can share without checking back that I am 98% Irish. So much for an exotic strain of French or subsaharan Africa!

Middle Passage Quilts

This is one of many Middle Passage quilts that I’ve made over the years. I began it a long time ago (2013?) while reading about the transatlantic slave trade but didn’t bind it until last week.

All the usual reasons for delay pertained, prime among them that I am a better starter than finisher. I lose track. Things pile up. But also this: early on a reader of this blog suggested that I was not “staying in my lane.”

All these years later, I say fuck that. Not fuck her, but fuck that. Fuck that. (Cultural appropriation discussed in part here and here and again here).

I will never tell Black women what to think or how to feel, but it certainly matters to me that learning about the history of slavery has made me a more informed, more sensitive person. A better citizen, a better reader of novels, a better writer, a stronger and more informed consumer of American culture and politics.

Before continuing, I have to thank the cadre of readers here, mostly older white women like myself, who have let me know over the years that what I share about American history and race is meaningful to them. It’s not that I set out to teach per se, but by sharing what I’m learning and having you along for the ride, the learning gets amplified and transforms what would otherwise be a solitary process into a communal one. It really matters to me. YOU really matter to me.

I like quilts to stand on their own, leaving interpretations up to the viewer but I thought in this case it might enhance the experience of looking if I were to explain the visual connections between fabric choices and the Middle Passage. So here goes.

The triangular shapes refer to sails. I suppose they could also refer to the triangular shape of the trading routes but I didn’t think of that until just now.

Adapted from History Crunch website

Swatches of indigo, bubble motifs, fish prints, and a black swirly-spiral print call to mind the Atlantic Ocean.

The half-circle black and silver print (at the bottom, above) looks African to me. The black and deep green hand-dyed swatch IS African.

The inclusion of a map print refers to the shores at either end of the Middle Passage — say, Sierra Leone on one side and Charleston on the other.

The brown stripes and the green lozenges both refer to the ship itself. The brown stripe is suggestive of the planks, while the green lozenges call to mind those illustrations that depicted Black bodies packed in the hold below deck.

One reason it’s important to focus on the Middle Passage now and again is because the number of people who died en route is often overlooked when relating the costs of slavery. It’s a huge number.

A conservative estimate puts lives lost en route at 1.8 to 2 million. Another 1.8 million died while housed in the barracoons awaiting transport. Another 1.5 million died during the first year of laboring here.

So one way to look at this is — roughly 14 million Africans were kidnapped to yield 9 million slaves.*

It is hard to wrap one’s mind around these numbers.

My photo from the Lynching Memorial in Montgomery

Check out the Equal Justice Initiative’s website — it highlights, among other things, the lesser known slave-practices and sources of slave-related profit in New England.

Below is another Middle Passage quilt. You’ll notice many of the fabrics are the same.

I’ve linked to these novel-adjacent pages before, but here again is a kind of warm up exercise done in the style of Colum McCann and describing the Middle Passage. It’s called Water Was.

* these figures and the framing of the figures came from a documentary I was watching about a week ago. I tried to back track and figure out what it was. No luck. If I do, I’ll come back with attribution.