Woke to frost but – oh happy day – many of the ostrich ferns are showing signs of life. I love their dramatic unfolding: first a hint of green; then clear curls showing themselves; and finally, the swift, miraculous reach for the sky. I am particularly grateful for their emergence because I wasn’t sure any of them survived our first year with Finn.
Thanks to Home Depot and my husband, they will be protected this season (thank you for the gardening tips, Mo!). By the way, does anyone know what you call the fern’s brown husky base? A ‘brown husky base’?
A slightly more decorative fence for the bottle tree-bed, below.Meanwhile there is still a lot of mud to deal with. Last night, I couched black satin cording for the Sanders/Jackson label and embroidered the barber stripes. I’m finding it discordant with the other labels. Will look at it for a bit. We are off to Montreal soon in any case. Packing up Son Number One. The end of another era.
On June 17 last summer, the Jackson family of Charleston lost three of its members: Susie Jackson, her cousin Ethel Lance, and Susie’s nephew, Tywanza Sanders. Because Tywanza Sanders tried to shield his aunt from the shooter and then reached out to comfort her as they both lay dying, I stitched their names on the same heart. Their funeral services were held together.
Susie Jackson, the oldest person slain last summer, was a trustee of the Emanuel AME and a former member of the choir. In this article from “The Post and Courier”, she was remembered as “a family and church matriarch.” According to the same article, Ms. Jackson “volunteered in myriad ways over her many years of constant faith and fidelity.”
Because of her love of music, I couched some black satin cording in a G clef for the back of the block.
I learned from a “Post and Courier” article that two caissons carried the caskets of Susie Jackson and Tywanza Sanders from the church.
Before he was shot, Tywanza stood between the shooter and his Aunt Susie and said, “You don’t have to do this.”
He was said to possess a brightness of spirit and such brightness is very visible on his instragram feed. “The Post and Courier” quoted a friend as saying of him that he had a “majestic and contagious smile few people have”.
From the next quote, you can see why the article about him was headlined: Poet, Hero, Tywanza Sanders.
“He was remembered for his artistry. A poem of his was read that spoke of social conscience and ended, “divided by color/So we are all trying to be equal.” It was titled “Tragedy.”
Mourners kept coming back to Sanders’ last moments. The family’s remembrance of him in the program said his last words were, “Where is my Aunt Susie. I’ve got to get to my Aunt Susie” as he reached for her.”
Tywanza was also entrepreneurial and hoped to establish a barber business. He already had his license and undergraduate business degree. I am about to stitch the barber pole with the signature red, white and blue stripes. Liz Ackert contributed some unbelievably beautiful labels recently and I will post about them this week.
On a completely pedestrian note, it continues to be unseasonably cold here. I keep thinking I can put my down-filled coats away and then finding myself wearing them. Today I added a wool scarf for my neck!
To read more about this project,
please refer to the the sidebar category:
“Hearts for Charleston Quilt”
To investigate this style of quilting more, please visit the inspiring and generous master quilter, Jude Hill at her blog“Spirit Cloth“
The crucifix has been a visual motif that has captured my interest and shown up in quilts and collages for quite some time. So when I placed my square for the Hearts for Charleston quilt on top of another quilt-in-progress and saw a cross shape, it seemed worth thinking about. All will evolve after I receive the contributed squares, of course, but right now I am liking the idea of each woven square stitched to another square with the suggestion of a cross on it.
It’s my hope that the final piece will be something of beauty, filled with a sense of hope — which is why I picked a pretty deep pink for my heart instead of a blood red. The cross motif would suggest martyrdom in a way that is seamlessly consistent with a Christian church, wouldn’t it?
The underlying quilt, seen above and below, is mostly pieced (top and bottom still separate and there is the matter of the red line to decide about). Its working title is “Diaspora”. Here are a couple of old quilts where crosses and hearts meet.