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Grandma’s Kitchen Block of the Week #19 of 25

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Grandma’s Kitchen Block of the Week #19 by Pat Sloan  is called Mending Basket and our memory stories are supposed to relate to that, so here goes mine.

My Mammaw and all of my aunts had a sewing basket where all the mending resided until it was repaired. Unless it was an emergency repair it had to wait until a rainy day or winter time as summers were pretty busy around the farm. I remember lots of denim scraps to patch jeans and overalls and lots of buttons in jars.  I can remember my aunt sewing on buttons and patches while we watched Bonanza, the Rifleman, and Roy Rogers on TV.

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Posted in Christmas, fabric stash, family, Quilting, sewing

Holiday Sewing Projects

 

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Merry Christmas table runner

Christmas Table Runner – pattern improvised from a picture in Keepsake Quilting catalog

I made this table runner for my sweet daughter-in-law for her dining room table. The backing is pine cones in shades of browns and golds so she can use it both for Fall and Christmas.

 

Set of Six Fall Placemats

While I was on a roll I decided to make  placemats to go along with the Christmas table runner. The backing is the same pine cone fabric that is on the runner. I found the fabric at Hobby Lobby and it is perfect for autumn sewing projects.

Are you all getting ready for the upcoming holidays?

Happy Fall Y’all

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Grandma’s Kitchen Block #17 of 25

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Block 17 of the Grandma’s Kitchen Block of the Week by Pat Sloan is named Pantry Goods. My story that goes with the block is all about the garden and all the bounty that we enjoyed from it. My aunt had a huge garden that supplied food for her family (that included me) and my grandparents. The work started in the spring with plowing and planting and continued through the fall with the gathering and canning.

Everyone worked the garden. I remember spreading fertilize when I was very small. I used a little tin bucket that I filled from the bag of fertilize. I walked down the rows behind the plow that was pulled by a team of mules and threw handfuls into the prepared rows. One of my cousins followed behind me with seeds or plants, depending on what was being planted. Another cousin followed him with a hoe and covered the seeds. After all the planting came the hoeing….every day. This kept the weeds away from the plants and the dirt from hardening around the plants.

When the vegetables were ready to be harvested then came the canning.  Going into the cellar (our ‘pantry’) under the house to bring out the empty jars was not one of my favorite jobs. I was always afraid one of the boys would close the door on me. I still do not like going into tight, dark spaces. The jars were washed in hot, soapy water and since my hands were small enough to fit in the jars, I was assigned this task.

I usually sat on the porch and readied the green beans to start the canning process. My cousins would pick the beans and bring them to me so I could pull off the strings and break them into pieces. Each time I would get to the bottom of my basket the boys would bring me more. One time I broke beans for about six hours before we stopped to start making supper. I made the comment to my aunt that I was so tired and glad to stop for supper. In her old country way she looked at me and said, “I don’t know why you are so tired, you have been sitting on the porch all day.”  Those are still some of my fondest memories.

Each Sunday at church the ladies would brag about how many jars they canned that week. Not only did we eat fresh vegetables all summer, but all winter we had the wonderful canned vegetables. This was ‘fast food’ in the olden days. 🙂

 

 

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Grandma’s Kitchen Block of The Week #13 of 25

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Block #13 of the Grandma’s Kitchen Challenge by Pat Sloan is called Sunday Dinner. In addition to the block, followers share memories.

My memories of Sunday dinners are very pleasant. At my aunt’s house we usually had what she called a table full of people and the noon meal was called dinner. It was the main meal of the day. The evening meal was supper.

When we had fried chicken we got them from the hen house and not from the grocery. Roosters and hens that no longer produced eggs were what was chosen to grace the table. Some of the food served was a huge pot of chicken and dumplings, ham, pork roasts, meat loaf, deer roasts, or fried rabbit. A variety of vegetables were served, fresh from the garden in the summer or canned vegetables we ‘put up’ from the garden in the winter. We always had a big pot of pinto beans, corn bread, and a type of pickle relish called chow chow.

My Pappaw really enjoyed the Sunday dinners and he would walk across the field to join us. My aunt would say, “He is the first one to the table and the last one to leave.”

My mother also had big Sunday dinners at Ma Neal’s house. At Ma’s house the men were always served first. Mother often said that she was twelve years old before she knew that a chicken had more parts that a wing or a back. 🙂

 

 

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Grandma’s Kitchen BOW blocks #11 & 12

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Block #11 of  Pat Sloan’s Grandma’s Kitchen Blocks is called Peppermint Swirls and the corresponding memory  is for candy dishes. Mammaw Cooper kept a candy dish but instead of candy it was filled with buttons. She wasn’t one that had a sweet tooth but often we would have a fruit cobbler or pie for Sunday dinner. Sometimes we even had a yellow cake with chocolate icing.

Block #12 is called Kitchen Door. My memories of the kitchen door was from my Aunt Monnie’s house. She had a wooden door with windows and it was called the back door. It led out of the kitchen to the back porch. The cistern that held the our water was located at the left of the porch and the porch was built up to the cistern so we could draw the water without going into the yard. This was very handy if it was raining or icy. Our garden was located only a short distance from the back porch so when we gathered vegetables they were carried to the porch and readied for the kitchen. This system could not have worked any better if it was designed by a time management expert.

My aunt told me that when it came time to name any of my children to stand on the porch and yell out the potential name about 10 times at the top of my lungs. If the name rolled out easily, that would be a good name for the child. Her logic was that you would be yelling that name a lot and it should be easy to ‘holler’. I just shared this little story with my daughter-in-law while she was hosting us during our hurricane evacuation. Unfortunately, now the parents call the kids in with cell phone….I miss the old days. 🙂

 

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After Hurricane Irma

A big thank you to everyone that sent messages, prayers, and good will to Sami and I during Hurricane Irma.

Sami and I evacuated to my son and daughter-in-law’s house south of Atlanta, GA. They were the most gracious hosts and did everything they could for us to relieve the stress. I can never thank them enough for everything they do for us.

After spending four days of prepping our house to ready it for Irma, Sami and I, already exhausted, loaded the car to head for Georgia. The trip that usually takes six hours for me (five hours for anyone else) took somewhere around 11-12 hours with the traffic.

Unfortunately, the storm kept going north and impacted everyone in its path farther north than anyone expected. Lots of people in the Georgia area where we stayed were also without power and experienced high winds and lots of rain. My family only lost tree limbs and a few other minor things.

Sami and I came home not knowing what to expect as the national news programs only reported on the areas that had the most devastation. The trip home was almost as long as going but we had relief knowing the storm was over. Every rest area we stopped had no power and the bathrooms were closed. That wasn’t a problem for Sami but it sure was for me.

I am happy to say, our house received very minimal damage. We lost a few trees, parts of the fence will never be the same, and lots of clean up is needed. BUT, we are so lucky to have been spared and we now have electricity. So many people lost everything. My best friend and his wife lost their house they have lived in for over 35 years and they only live eight miles from me, on the beachside.

I know without all the prayers that were sent our way it would have been a completely different story and I am very grateful. We had a wonderful place to go for protection and we had a house to come home to. Thank you God. Please continue your prayers for everyone affected by this storm. So many people still do not have power here and it is extremely hot, in the 90s. The linemen are working very long days in this heat trying their best to get the electricity back on for everyone.

I have not even walked into my sweat shop and I will probably not until I get the clean up and repairs completed. That area is my happy place and I cannot even think about it right now. I really appreciate all the comments sent our way and I will start my regular posts as soon as possible.

Thank you.

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Hurricane Irma Coming At Us In Florida

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Here it is Wednesday and I have not even attempted to sew on either of my blocks of the week. For the last two days I have been trying to get my house ready for the hurricane to hit us this weekend. The sad part of all this work in hot and humid weather is that all I have done to prepare may not help if we take the direct hit that they are predicting.

I have been looking around my house, that has taken me my entire life to achieve, and know that when I come back none of it may be here. I know that the important things are people and not things, but at my age I find it very hard to think about starting over with nothing.

My daughter just moved here to Florida a few weeks ago and, unfortunately, her job demands that she stay on duty and she cannot evacuate with me. I will be so worried about her until I see her again. I would gladly stay with her if I was allowed. I am so thankful that all my other relatives are safely away from Florida and that Sami and I do have a place to go.

Please keep everyone in this hurricane’s path in your thoughts and prayers.

 

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Pets on Quilts Show 2017-Sami the Wonder Dog

This is Sami, better known as Sami The Wonder Dog. She is my Quilting Assistant (meaning she grabs every block or scrap I drop on the floor and adds it to her stash under the table), Inspector, (she can spot an untrimmed thread from across the room), and Watch Dog (that does not bark). I think she has joined the Dog Workers Union because she insists on having a potty break every hour, to include fresh ice in her bowl and a treat. Now she is branching out and is entered into the Pets on Quilts contest at Lily Pad Quilting. Please visit Lily Pad and vote for Sami. I know she will appreciate it, but I don’t know if I will be able to afford the increase in pay she will demand.

Please vote for Sami. She is #15.

Thanks.

Pets on Quilts 2017


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Grandma’s Kitchen BOW #6 of 25

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Pat Sloan’s Grandma’s Kitchen Challenge block of the week #6 is called Wash Day. I made the block with the yellow center first and decided it did not have enough contrast so I also made a blue center. I like the blue much better. The yellow just did not look as good sewn together as it did in my head.

Pat’s BOW comes with a story about the memories of Wash Day and here is one of mine:

My great grandparents on my mother’s side raised her after her mother died when she was a baby. Known to everyone as Ma and Pa Neal, they lived in a coal mining community in small house with a creek behind it. My Uncle Bill told everyone that they had running water but is was in the creek behind the house. The wash-house, complete with a wringer washer, big galvanized tub, and heating stove was located between the house and the creek. Water was carried from the creek to the wash house on wash day.

One of my chores while visiting was to carry water from the creek to fill the washer and rinse tub. As you might guess, it was not my favorite job. Wash day always depended on whether the creek was running clear or muddy. Muddy water would mean no wash. One day Ma told me to run down to the creek to see if the water was clear. Uncle Bill was going hunting that day and I wanted to go with him so I told Ma that they must be blasting up at the mines because the water was muddy. I know she knew better because we could hear when the blasts went off but she said that we could wash the next day. All during the hunt I worried about telling Ma a lie and the trouble I would be in if she walked to the creek and found it to be clear. As soon as we got home I ran to Ma and told her I lied about the muddy water. The next day I carried water to water all the tomatoes in the garden in addition to filling the washer and tub. I never told her a lie again.

Thanks for reading more of my memories.

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Grandma’s Kitchen BOW #5 of 25

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This week the Grandma’s Kitchen block is called Glasses and Cups by Pat Sloan. Each week when Pat posts the block of the week she tells a short story about memories of her grandparents and the participants of the BOW do the same. This week’s subject is glasses and cups and here is my story.

Coming from the hills of East Tennessee a lot of people in my family used some type of tobacco product, whether it was chewing tobacco, cigarettes, and/or snuff (powdered tobacco). This was way before all the dangers associated with tobacco was common knowledge. At this time snuff came in clear glasses with a tin top. When empty they made the perfect water/milk glasses. They fit your hand just right and were easy to wash. We always had a good supply in the cabinet.

Local gas stations would give glasses with the purchase of $1 of gasoline. Gas was around twenty cents a gallon and $1 would almost fill the tank. Everyone that had a car would buy gas at the station that gave the glasses until they had a complete set. Anyone that had a set of these glasses would save them for Sunday dinner or when company came over to eat.

Thanks for reading.