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Warmth, Comfort and Beauty

The Parkinson’s Comfort Project held its second annual Piecing for Parkinson’s Day on February 7.

The term “rousing success” doesn’t quite cover the wonderful turnout we had of kind, generous, creative, funny, skilled quilters who came to sew from Vermont and New Hampshire.

Not all of the projects that were started that day are complete but I wanted to show off some of the quilts donated to the Parkinson’s Comfort Project that day. So sit back and enjoy the Show and Tell!

2015-5016 quilt NLQG community service
Quilt pattern “Six of One” developed by Lynn Wheatley and Erma Hastings, quilt made by members of the Northern Lights Quilt Guild
2015-5019 quilt Susan Bellis for web
Quilt by Susan Bellis


2015-5020 quilt Lynn Bohi for web
Quilt by Lynn Bohi


2015-5023 quilt Cindy Moran for web
Quilt by Cindy Moran in “Six of One” pattern


2015-5024 quilt Jane Busky-PfP
Quilt by Jane Busky using quilt-as-you-go technique


2015-5027 quilt Bruce Leach for web
Quilt by Bruce Leach


Sweet Little Quilt

Triangle quilt made for the Parkinson's Comfort Project
Triangle quilt made for the Parkinson’s Comfort Project

There are some days when it’s just so worth going to the mailbox.

Imagine my surprise when our mail delivery guy (an intrepid and friendly soul named Charlie) brought this smallish box to my door the other morning.

The address label was not one I recognized but when I opened the box, I knew exactly why that package had arrived at my door.

Inside was the sweetest quilt made of simple half-square triangle blocks in a color palette that immediately makes everyone who sees it go “Awwwww.”

This quilt was made by a Diane Lambert from Danville, Vermont, a woman I don’t believe I know. It is a contribution to the Parkinson’s Comfort Project.

The blocks are 4 inches finished which means they must have started life as 4 3/4 to 5-inch squares.

It was quilted just right, simple swirling circular shapes, and it must have gone through the washer and dryer because it has a wonderful softness to it that makes it snuggly.

Wow, if I keep talking this way, I’m going to have to go take a nap—or make a cup of tea.

I think I’ll vote for the tea.

Anyhow, I just wanted to share this wonderful gift to the Parkinson’s Comfort Project. I know that whoever receives this quilt will be delighted.

Momma’s Yo-yos

American Patchwork—edited by Sonja Hakala
American Patchwork—edited by Sonja Hakala

I collected and edited stories about quilting by quilters in the U.S. and Canada in a book for St. Martin’s Press called American Patchwork: True Stories from Quilters.

It’s a wonderful book, now only available in an electronic version online. But I have a stash of the beautiful hardcovers if you are interested in making a purchase. (Email CardingVermont@gmail.com and I’ll get one out to you.)

Here’s one of my favorites among the tales. It’s by Renie Morse of Two Harbors, Minnesota.

*** Momma’s Yo-yos  ***

My husband and I both volunteer as historical interpreters at Lincoln’s New Salem State Historic Site, a preserved nineteenth-century village in Petersburg, Illinois. Abraham Lincoln lived here for six years when he was a young adult and it’s the place where he started studying the law. We dress in 1830s costumes and demonstrate the skills appropriate for the time. My husband makes shoes and brooms while I make baskets and quilts

One July day, I was working in the Samuel Hill home, where I was demonstrating the technique of making yo-yo quilts. Yo-yos are considered a novelty type of quilting and their popularity comes and goes. Yo-yos are small circles of fabric hemmed on the edging and with a drawstring, pulled tight into small, compact circles. They are sewed to one another with a slip stitch and many of them together make a quilt that looks light and airy because there is no backing or batting. But when you hold a yo-yo quilt, it’s actually quite heavy.

I had made a few dozen yo-yos by early afternoon when a couple in their sixties came to “my” house. When they saw what I was working on, the man sat straight down on the wooden floor and began to cry. Not knowing whether he had fallen or not, I raced around the table to assist. Lots of other people rushed up, and I was just telling a nearby teenager where to go for help when the man assured us that he was quite all right. In fact, he felt wonderful. Well, by that time, he had our undivided attention.

He went on to explain that he was one of ten children and that when he was growing up, his mother would bathe the children and then sit them down with needle and thread to make yo-yos. With that, he picked up a needle and thread from my work table and proceeded to prove that he did, indeed, know how to make them.

No one left the house as he started to tell Momma-stories about his childhood in rural Alabama. Momma had them each make ten yo-yos each night and then she would make them into quilts that she sold to buy extras for her children, like shoes. She read to them while they sewed. Some of the stories were Bible stories and some were from magazines given to her by her employer. The man told us he preferred short stories because he liked to know how they ended before he went to bed. He had forgotten all about the yo-yos he’d made as a child until he walked in and saw me sewing.

The man and his wife were returning to their home in Detroit when they stopped at New Salem. They had just been to Alabama, where they had buried Momma. While his wife went on to see the other buildings, the man stayed with me and made yo-yos for the next four hours. He told me that none of Momma’s children had any of her quilts because she had sold them all.

I learned that his mother raised all those children by herself, that she made apple butter and the best corn bread he’d ever had. He said her pork roast was never big enough to feed ten hungry children but he had shoes most of the time as a child. He still loves to listen to books read aloud to this day.

Mostly he talked and sewed without even looking at where the needle was going. He thought maybe he should buy some fabric and make a yo-yo quilt of his own. I told him to take the ones he’d made that afternoon but he said I should put them in a quilt to remember him by.

I did—and I still have that quilt and I still remember him.

Spending the Day on Comfort Quilts

Disappearing nine patch quilt by Joanne Shapp
Disappearing nine patch quilt by Joanne Shapp

The Parkinson’s Comfort Project keeps growing with wonderful donations from some very generous women. I spent the afternoon with the organization’s executive director, Jesse Davis, creating our new brochure.

And last night, at the holiday potluck celebrated by the Northern Lights Quilt Guild, I was given three more beautiful quilts to add to the Parkinson’s comfort quilt inventory. There will be pictures later.

Just wanted to spend a few minutes sharing some of the quilts donated in the past that are now providing comfort on a daily basis to someone with Parkinson’s disease.

Quilts are hugs made manifest in fabric.
2013-003 quilt for web

Disappearing nine patch by Lynn Wheatley
Disappearing nine patch by Lynn Wheatley
Four patch quilt by Mary Hardy
Four patch quilt by Mary Hardy