Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Grab a cup of tea

This is a long post, but it is a quick read. Beginning tomorrow I am starting another sew-a-long (what did I say yesterday????). Barbara Brackman (Civil War Quilts) is hosting a new block of the month, "Westering Women". Do read her post if you are at all interested in the history of our westward movement. I too believe there was little quilting done while traveling west. When would they have the time?

I know I can manage one block a month and this one is near and dear to my heart. Come on and join the fun. I know we all had fun with the Time Warp Stars (my finished quilt WILL be posted someday.

I made a quilt back in 2003 as part of  special "Oregon Trail" exhibit at our Maine Quilt Show that summer. I wrote  little story in the form of a diary of a fictional couple going west. I named the characters after my childhood neighbor (Arzetta Poole) who taught me how to quilt. (There is a little bit of Mrs. Poole in every one of my quilts!)

Here is the quilt 

I inked the heading and the diary pages.


My wagon wheels look as if they have traveled over a lot of ruts!

and here is the story I wrote if you are so inclined. Do get a cup of tea or better yet a glass of wine!

“Westward Ho o”  The Journey of William and Arzetta Poole  (quilt & story by Wendy Reed 2003)

March 20, 1849
It seems nearly impossible that we have said our goodbyes and are on our way to Independence, Missouri where we will begin our westward journey along the Oregon Trail. Through the tears I could see my mother’s face longing for me to change my mind and stay here, near my family and friends. Of course, I cannot, for my home is now with William and I go where he goes. William is certain we are heading for a better life than the one we are leaving behind.

May 15, 1849
I opened my eyes this morning to a sea of wagons. With all the canvas billowing atop their frames it reminds me of the sails in Boston Harbor on a busy day. I cannot let my mind wander home again, for if I do this journey will become unbearable for me. As we listen to the stories traveling down the waterfront on what to expect along the trail, and what our daily duties will be, it becomes clear to me that I will have little time to pine.

June 2, 1849
William is making fast friends with a man named Simeon Porter. Simeon has spent the last two years before the mast of a whaling ship, a situation which he can no longer endure. So, he and his wife Mary and two young boys, Joshua and Evan are making their way west. We shared our evening fire with them making our meal a true pleasure. Mary collected her needlework purse and shared with me a few bits of her precious calicoes. I opened mother’s abundant scrap bag and in turn handed her tiny remnants of my past to add to her piecing.

June 18, 1849
The weather was too severe today for the oxen to move the heavy wagons so we are at camp until the weather breaks. Mary and I will try to take a few moments together after the boys are down for the evening. She has been working on the most clever design. It seems that pieces so small, I would have normally tossed to my younger sisters, are now being worked into my quilt. I have Mary to thank for showing me her talent for using up every scrid of calico in a most pleasing way. We have both vowed to finish our tops before reaching Oregon and that we will meet after our arrival and quilt them together.

June 28, 1849
With so many older, yet less experienced men on this journey, William has become quite popular with many of the families. He helps me with my evening fire and then sets off to assist others in need, barely making it back in time for his supper. I admire his generous nature, but I fear he will wear himself out if not careful. I am doing my best to keep him comfortable in the evenings. I have found that not all men are as patient and obliging as my William. My job is so much easier than of those with children and difficult husbands.

July 3, 1849
I have been piecing tiny triangles this evening for the blocks in my quilt. Joshua has been feeling poorly so Mary has not been able to piece with me the last few evenings. I do hope he will feel better soon, she worries so. He is a small boy, but he has such a cheerful nature, I’m sure he will be up and about before long. Mrs. Patterson has offered to aid in Joshua’s recovery. Being a midwife, she is the closest thing to a doctor that we have met thus far. Mrs. Patterson does some piecing from time to time as well. I think I will offer her some of my scrap bag for her kind assistance.

July 8, 1849
Evan came by this morning to tell us that Joshua is feeling much better today. He said if he continues to improve that Mary will be by this evening for a bit of piecing. Breaking camp was a bit tedious this morning, as the wind has come up strong already. William has gone off to render assistance to the Applegates and Mr. & Mrs. Patterson. I’m sure these families appreciate William’s help. I’m happy to have such a wonderful group to travel with. It would be impossible to make this trip alone.

July 17, 1849
Some days are so windy and dusty you can hardly see the oxen in front of the wagon. I feel I have swallowed five pounds of dust in the past few days. It must be hard for the animals as well, but our team marches on as though they hadn’t a care in the world. They are such hardy creatures. Amos is my favorite, although I wouldn’t tell the others! All four are extremely hard workers and although they have lost a bit of weight in the past few weeks, they are still quite robust. I love them all dearly.

July 22, 1849
There is a great deal of sadness in camp this morning. Young Laura Brown lost her baby shortly after midnight. Mrs. Patterson was with her through the night and says she is now resting comfortably. In my prayers last evening I asked God for strength to endure the hardships I am facing on this long journey. I am now ashamed that I thought only of myself and I can only imagine the pain and loss that Laura must be feeling today. I will make every effort to comfort her for the remainder of our journey.

July 27, 1849
The air this morning is crystal clear and the view to the west is like none I have ever seen. Mountains rise above the earth as if to beckon you toward heaven itself. For the first time since our departure from Boston, I understand William’s desire to experience this new world. There is still a long way to go, but I have found a new outlook on our journey. William has seen the change in me and in his face I see a joyous expression that I have not seen since we left. This is truly a beautiful day.

July 30, 1849
The mountains are getting closer. I can almost hear them calling to us. We had quite a gathering at our fire this evening after supper. Laura is beginning to piece with us, and Mrs. Patterson came by with a few other ladies. I started Laura out on a simple 4-patch and she seems delighted with her efforts. I’m not sure what I would have done if I had not had mother’s scrap bag. It has helped me make friends and has kept me busy in the evening when my mind likes to wander homeward.

August 9, 1849
The mountains which seemed so magnificent to me but a few days ago now bear treacherous trails and arduous climbs. We must rest the team far more often than on the flat. The evenings are so cold there is no opportunity for piecing around the fire. Mary goes down at night now with the boys to keep them warm. I have given our extra bedding to the Brown’s. I am now wishing that my quilt were finished as it would come in handy on these cold nights.

September 15, 1849
We have finally reached Fort Boise. It is not the settlement I had hoped for, but we are able to purchase a few much needed supplies for the nearly 400 miles that remain ahead. William has heard talk this morning of a number of families that will now be veering off to California. I am thankful that the Porter’s, Patterson’s and Brown’s are not among them. I would miss Mary terribly if they were to leave now. God willing, we should make it to our destination in another month.

October 12, 1849
The last few days have left us all quite weary. Our one salvation is that we are so very near to our destination that we can endure almost anything to get there. I am anxious to finish the quilt top I began so many months ago. I have not had the time or the energy these last few weeks, but I am determined, as is Mary, to finish this before we set foot on our new soil. William keeps me in good spirits each night by describing the house we will build on our newfound land. I will have pleasant dreams tonight.

October 24, 1849
We have made it! Like the pearly gates of heaven, the tiny steeples of Oregon City are a sight to behold. As we head into town I can see the great relief in William’s eyes. It has been a long arduous journey and we have survived it together. After resting the team, William made his way to the Government Claims Office. He chose his 640 acre tract with confidence. Within the week we will head for our new home. We spent this first evening in civilization with our new friends. It seems that Simeon and Mary have chosen a parcel less than two miles from ours. Life is good.

December 24, 1849
We are merrily preparing our Christmas repast. Simeon and Mary and the boys will be by for the noon meal. I miss my mother and my family back east more than usual on this eve of celebration. I am thankful to have Mary as my friend and we will make our own traditions here in our new home. I have finished my quilt top and we put it in my frame last week. Mary has but a few more pieces left and I have promised to help her put hers in before New Year’s Day. I know that 1850 will be a wonderful year.  




27 comments:

  1. That is an impressive quilt. The story and just getting all those words on there. And of course the fabric!

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    1. Thanks Barbara! I hope to have my Time Warp quilt done soon as well. It is going to Tempe for the auction in September so I MUST get it done.

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  2. Thanks for leaving the comment on Barbara's Blog this morning - glad I've found YOUR blog. Thanks for sharing! I'm saving your diary to read later tonight. Happy sewing.

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    1. So glad you happened upon it. I love reading Barbara's posts. What a treasure we have! Hope you like my little story. I had fun with it. Have a great day.

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  3. Western women is calling out to me too. Thanks for sharing your beautiful quilt and the story, it was perfect timing as I'd just made my mid-morning latte.

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    1. I say that one a month is doable, but we will see! Hope you chime in, it looks like a fun one.

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  4. I SEW enjoyed your quilt and story to go with it! I love reading stories like this but written on a quilt is amazing! Well done! I look forward to seeing the first block to Barbara's quilt-along!

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    1. Thanks Paulette. I can't wait to start my new block too. We are all crazy!

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  5. Reading this post, I was thinking about a real story but i'm sure you are not so far than the truth !
    Your quilt is beautiful and very original Wendy !

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    1. Well, that is a great compliment. Thank you. I did try to put myself in her place as she traveled to a new place.

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  6. Wow! How neat! Love your quilt The stories are very interesting and well done!

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  7. Well done, Wendy! I've read many pioneer journals over the years and I think you captured the experience well.

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    1. Thanks Janet. It was fun to journey along with her.

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  8. i saw that quilt wendy and loved it then as i do now...and yes i am in too..after all, one block a month can't be too bad can it?...lol

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    1. Ha, we'll see won't we? I look forward to seeing yours too.

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  9. Wow! What a labor of love! That sashing border is da bomb! (meant in a wonderful way!)

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    1. Thanks Lori. It came out just as I had planned except for the wonky wagon wheels, but they are well traveled!

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  10. What a wonderful story and quilt of one strong women and her journey.

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  11. what a wonderful quilt and story! you are amazing - a quilter and a writer. Your diary is delightful and love all the little details.
    The quilt is wonderful too. I love all the inking (again we have done similar things as I had a lot of inking on my Moby Dick quilt). I loved reading this post! thanks for the entertainment! I'm off to see BB first block!

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    1. I'm heading over to Barbara's blog too. Oh boy! BTW, my stencil arrived yesterday and I can't wait to try it out on my next top. Thank for the lolly too!

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  12. Awesome quilt and story - you've captured the pioneer experience and the quilt itself is beautiful!

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  13. Creative way to tell a story on a quilt.

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  14. Oh, your quilt is just lovely and I sat with my morning cup of tea reading and very much enjoying your story. I love the feeling of connection to quilters of the past and you have captured that perfectly here.

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  15. Wonderful project Wendy, thanks for so generously sharing it with us.

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  16. Thank you for sharing this wonderful quilt. It is beautiful, and a great way to tell the story of the journey and remind people of our history.

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