|Happiness is...Quilting, McKinney, TX|
|Quilt for Jennifer's Baby|
I'm pretty sure he has never heard of Ghee's Bend. Pat was just making something to celebrate the coming of a new neighbor. If he was a 78 year old black woman living in a remote corner of Arkansas this quilt would be worth a fortune....but I don't think it would have any more love in it than it does right now. We should all have neighbors like him.
|Pat's Wall hanging|
His wall hanging reminds me of my grandfather. I remember his old hard hands, the skin wrinkled and callused and so thin that it was almost translucent. When he was young he could crack walnuts just by giving them a squeeze in his fists. I remember him gathering wild berries in the worst part of the woods - that's where the best berries always grow. He wore leather gloves so that the brambles wouldn't catch. Even with the clumsy leather gloves, and big hard hands, Pa brought back a buck of delicate, sweet berries. On his way back to the house he would stop to pick wild flowers for Nanny. Tiny little white cups, Lilly of the Valley - like fairy bells - and he would place them in a tiny china tea cup with water. Pat's butterflies are just like those berries and wild flowers.
He says that he isn't going to quilt anymore. I hope he is wrong.