Quilt Closeups from the Easter Party . . . and Links to Albums

When I got down to the barn yesterday morning, the cleanup crew was hard at work -- all had travel plans and had to be flying back to California or driving to Virginia.

The quilts were down and neatly folded . . .

 But I got some not-so-great pictures of the smaller quilts for those of you who wanted to see more -- not good lighting, weird angles -- but you can get an idea of the intricacy of the piecing.

                                                             

  

Some of the quilts were unfinished . . .

It would be a rare person who left this world with no unfinished business . . .

HERE is a link to a web album of pictures from the Saturday pre-party

and THIS is a link to a web album of pictures from Easter Day.

Remembering . . .

Yesterday was the memorial service for our friend Libby . . .

Many moving and beautiful words were said in tribute to this amazing woman who

touched so many lives . . .

It was one of those occasions when people who'd not seen each other for many years tried to figure out just who that white haired woman or elderly man was . . 

 Some of us have, like Libby and her husband, been here for forty years or more . . .

Long enough to see children grow up, move away, move back, marry, have children . . . long enough for a few of those children to have children . . .  at least one of us early back-to the-landers is a great grandmother . . .

It was a fine gathering of community -- 

and a fine tribute to a woman who did so much for and meant so much to the community.

 

It was, however,  a little unsettling to overhear someone saying to a friend, 

"See you next time."

Yikes!

That's what I call a "Send not to know for whom the bell tolls . . ." kind of moment. . .

In the Midst of Life . . .

 

 A phone call yesterday morning brought the news of the passing, after a battle with cancer, of a much-loved member of our 'new-comer' community here in Madison County. Libby was one of the first people I met when we moved here. A talented fiber artist herself,  she was the backbone of our somewhat informal quilting group. And so much more . . . her warm heart and generosity of spirit touched all she met. I don't think I ever heard her speak an unkind word of another person.

All morning there were calls and emails from friends -- had I heard? What did I know? And over and we told each other the same things . . . she died at home with her family, just what she wanted . . . it was mercifully quick . . . we never know . . . we should get together  . . . hug everyone . . . I love you . . .

Live long enough and this sort of thing is going to happen -- saying goodbye to friends, younger and older.  

We're none of us getting out of this life alive --- so we'd best make the most of every moment.