Thursday, February 10, 2011

Baby Quilt for G Granddaughter Kayla and her Baby bump!

163696_188044971220473_100000449132373_573540_7838977_n DSCN1078 The appliqué of all the flowers is done.The blocks are ready to be put together. I will machine sew the squares together. The the batting will go between the appliqué’ side and the blocks. I will hand stitch the quilt.DSCN1079 DSCN1073 LB does not like his bath. But he was a really good Boy. What he does like is the towel drying and play that goes with it. Good Boy!!DSCN1072 Happy Valentines Day to you all. I am doing some special things for Arney. Sweet little cupcakes with lots of chocolate.Sweets for my Sweetie!!!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011



I am the consoler on the far right with the red hair and white T-shirt. For many years I would come to our church camp on Cascade Lake. For 8 days I would enjoy the company of high school youth from all around our region. I would have the responsibility of a selected group of girls picked at random, And co- teach the boys with a male consoler. It was a wonderful part of my summer. I thought it would be fun to share a few stories of my camp days.To be continued……….I was in my late 30’s when I started doing camps as a consoler.

It was not my idea to be a camp consoler,our Minister said that I had a way with the youth and wanted me to think about it. I was teaching Jr. High kids at church and really enjoyed them. I had a lot of background growing up with and around my grandmother.

I was so nerves about doing the camp. Kids that I would not know and worse yet that they would not know me. The girls were easy, but the boys were not. On my third day after a few tears…feeling that I was just not the right person for the boys..I went up to the dorm and wrote each one a note.

And at the end of the note, I ask if they needed any clothes washed. The morning came and they got their mail and read my notes. As the morning was coming to a end, I see coming down the hill about 6 boys with arms filled with pants, shirts, socks. As I washed the clothes in the old wringer washer in the kitchen, the boys and I became friends, they even helped me hang their clothes. I learned in those moments that it is personal, they just needed a reason. I believe that God lead me to doing some mighty dirty clothes…No more tears:)