Wednesday, March 5, 2014

pink

I have a lot of excuses for why I haven't blogged for months: I don't have a good camera, I have a pretty dull life, my computer died, I'm broke, but I'm sure no one is interested in the excuses (I imagine there aren't a lot of people who are interested in my blog to begin with, but that won't stop me). I went into Sprint to complain about my service and came out with a free tablet, so until I am no longer broke and the computer is fixed I will tap away on this little keyboard, trying to document our life.
I've been slowly but steadily making quilt tops from mostly scraps.  They tend to all look alike, and I seem to have a lot of pink fabric. I don't remember ever buying pink fabric on purpose,  but there it is, all throughout the scrappy quilts. Kind of makes me think about other things in my life that keep popping up even though I don't purposely go looking for them-good and bad-and I don't notice until later when I look back over my life, "oh here it is, and here, where did that come from? Here I am in this situation again, or look here and here this is where I was off track or this is when I was listening to the Spirit. "  That's one of the reasons why I love quilting,  it connects to life in many different ways. It's not just about cutting up fabric and sewing it together,
 Here is my first Swoon block. I love this pattern by Camille Roskelly "Thimbleblossoms".
 My first try at a String quilt. I paper pieced, using mostly scraps-see all the pink?

 
St. Nicholas cross stitch to add to my Santa collection.  It's not completely finished,  I still need to find smaller beads for the snowflakes,  these look like snowballs. Then it needs pressed before it gets framed. Or put in the "someday these will get framed" box.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Number Eight

 Tucker Bradford arrived in July and I was able to fly to Alaska to see him and help out for awhile.
 His quilt-
 He has this concerned expression quite often, I think he knows what's ahead with 2 sisters!
 Mama and baby looking beautiful.

 Oldest Sis Meg, she is a big help!
 Gosh I love that baby face.
Rachel is taking it all in stride.  I had such a great visit in Alaska, I'll show more photos soon.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Number Seven


Announcing the happy news of the arrival of Grandbaby #7, Holden James Robinson. I was able to be there for the delivery, it was amazing.  This is boy #4 for the Robinson household-can you imagine the grocery bills?  Oh how I love these stinky little boys.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

House Hunt

 A few weeks ago we had a visit from my cousin and her son, while they were here we were digging through old pictures and documents, elbow deep in family history.  I ran across these old letters addressed to my Mom in the 40's, I had forgotten that they lived here in Vancouver for awhile after the war and I was so excited to go on an adventure to see where they had lived.  We only found one of the three houses because two of the addresses have changed over the years.
This little place is not too far from where we live.  It is in a neighborhood of homes that were built during the war for ship yard workers.  I wish my Mom were still here to tell me about their time here.  I'm sure she would love the plastic palm tree in the yard :)
A couple of the addresses were in McLoughlin Heights, an area that was built during the war, I found a web site about that time period, it's great to know a little about why these areas were built.  It can be found here: McLoughlin Heights

Monday, June 17, 2013

Days of sunshine and rain

The days seem to be flying by, and I have to keep reminding myself that it is summer, well technically not till later this week, but this is the season.  I need to be doing the summer things.  We spend most evening and weekends in the yard and we love it.  I've been a tad bit obsessed with following total strangers on instagram-English ladies with lovely rock-walled gardens and bunnies and hedgehogs roaming about.  I have a vision in my mind of creating that here-the corner cottage (I'm calling it a cottage now, not a house) in Vancouver USA.  I'll just keep dreaming and planting.
 The beginnings of the baby quilt for grandbaby #7 who will be here next week.  I used 3 charm packs of "Hometown" by Sweetwater (Moda).  It is at the quilter now .  I've been obsessed with triangles lately, but now that I've done a few quilts that way I may lay off them for awhile, they aren't as easy as squares to line-up.  Grandbaby #8 will be here next month, his quilt is also triangles, I should finish it this week.
 Calvin's veggie garden: carrots, beets, peas, beans, zucchini, peppers...
 A new spot he dug up this year, tomatoes and corn.
 This has been done for quite a while, I needed a little island in the kitchen so we used an Ikea cart, took off the back and repainted it yellow-use to be red (needs some touch-ups now).  It works great for holding more stuff and another prep area. 
 Maybe put it on wheels?

 She saw that I had the camera out...just posin'
 The Morning Glory is moving inches each day.
 The finished Trip Around the World top, now to get it quilted.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Scrappy Trip

 I've been slowly working on the Instagram sensation-Scrappy Trip Along-I don't know how those other quilters get done so quickly, most of them are young Mom's, I guess they stay up late and they are faster sewers than I am!
 I am using mostly scraps for this, I bought a few new fabrics.  But I'm really trying to work from what I have.

 I've never made one of these so I'm not sure how the finished product should look, I'm going with the red/coral/pink as my outside diagonal.
I have 21 squares to finish, and then for the fun part-putting them all together!

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Beginning


4th grade

I've been knee-deep in Family History the last few weeks, since starting a new class in Sunday School.  I've always been drawn to my ancestors and love doing the work (and it is sometimes work).  Even as a teenager I loved getting out the papers and learning the names, hearing the stories over and over.  I just wanted to know these people and know what their lives were like, what did they wear, how did they live their everyday lives?  I've kept at it over the years, here a little, there a little, until finding my birth families in 2007 kind of exploded it all~so many people who are new to me and I have a burning desire to know them and know where they came from, to know where I came from.  Let me begin at the beginning....
I don't remember an exact moment of knowing that I was adopted, I just always knew, it was a part of my story, and it was wonderful.  I grew up in the 60's in Portland Oregon, happy and loved, moved to Eastern Oregon in the 70's even happier and more loved, but always knowing there was that part of me that I didn't know about.  Who were the people that I came from and what was their story?  This was as much as I knew:
My birth mother was young, 16 and in high school, from the Weiser ID area, birth father a little older but still in high school.  When they told their parents it was decided that the baby would be adopted out.  My Mom and Dad (adopted Mom and Dad, I will refer to them as Mom and Dad, and my birth Mom as Janet, birth father as John) had previously adopted my older brother with the help of Mom's doctor-Dr.Schirmer.  Janet went to live with Dr.Schirmer in Portland, until I was born, and then she went back to the Weiser area and finished high school and resumed her life.  John joined the military.  There were other bits and pieces that I knew, but that was the main story.
I began searching sometime in the late 80's, starting with high school yearbooks in the Weiser/Payette area finding nothing.  I had Janet's birth date and full name, but could find nothing on her.  When it became legal in the state of Oregon to get my original birth certificate I did so, but there was no information on there that I didn't already know.  I just kept hitting a dead end, which was frustrating because I thought I had some really good information.  Once the internet era began I used that as much as possible and still...nothing. I thought I would have to wait till I had some extra money and hire someone to help me, so it ended up in the back of my mind.
In 2006 I was sent an angel-I met Tami through my brother, he met her through another friend.  She loves researching and finding people and she was willing to do so with no charge.  I gave her all the information I had and she began searching and kept hitting the same dead-ends I did.  She asked more and more questions and I gathered all the info I could.  In my possession was some notes written by Dr. Schirmer, as if she had been jotting things down while on the phone.  Names and addresses, not sure of how they were connected I gave them to her.  I didn't hear from her for a few months and had kind of forgotten about it, assuming she had been unsuccessful.  In April of 2007 I got the phone call-are you sitting down? " I found your birth mother."
To make this long story short, Dr. Schirmer had changed the information on my birth certificate, it was false.  The address on the note was that of Janet's grandparents.  She had lived with them and it was through that address that Tami eventually found Janet.  Janet was happy to hear from me, that was a great conversation and beginning of our great friendship.  I was then able to find and meet John's side, he had passed away a few years earlier, his 3 daughters were happy to meet me.  They had been searching as well, and had also been given false information.  This has opened up a whole new world for me, questions have been answered and new ones in their place~


This is with Janet and my half-Sisters.

I've learned many things throughout this process, one-that little things can make a big difference, don't overlook the smallest detail, it may be important.  I guess I'm sharing this today because it's time, I have felt the impression to do so many times and haven't.  Getting involved in Family History again has opened my heart to my ancestors, and there may be others out there who are searching and I hope this will help them keep going.