For the record, I have a very nice mother. She’s a quilter and a reader and is always pleasant to be around. I love my mother very much. My mom, …
Notes: Friendship Album, 1933: Episode 18
In Episode 18, Dorothy quarrels with Emmeline, only to regret her sharp words. If I were to pair up characters from Friendship Album, 1933 in terms of personality, I would …
A 1930s Halloween
Researching Halloween in the 1930s convinced me of one thing: I’m glad that I’m not celebrating Halloween in the 1930s. You’ll notice I don’t have any pictures here of 1930’s …
Notes: Friendship Album, 1933: Episode 17
In Episode 17, Florence’s new business is booming, and Emmeline seems intent on playing matchmaker, much to her sister-in-law’s dismay. At last the Milton Falls Quilting Catalog is being mailed. …
Diary of a Quilt in Progress: Dorothy’s Crown of Thorns
When did I start Dorothy’s Crown of Thorns quilt? Was it a hundred years ago? Two hundred years? Or was it sometime last summer? It started with this sample block …
Notes: Friendship Album, 1933: Episode 16
In Episode 16, Father Mayfield makes an offer Bess may not be able to refuse. (LOC photo; it doesn’t really have anything to do with this episode, but I like …
Notes: Friendship Album, 1933: Episode 15
In Episode 15, Eula considers how she might earn enough money to get her family back on the farm, and the bee members give updates on their Sears Contest quilts. …
Notes: Friendship Album, 1933: Episode 14
In Episode 14, Emmeline imagines her life as a famous quilt columnist and plays matchmaker for Florence. I’m aware that people have mixed feelings about her, but I love writing …
Notes: Friendship Album, 1933: Episode 10
In Episode 10, Eula dreams of going back to the farm, Dorothy worries about about her family, and a reformed Emmeline auditions her latest quilting column with the Bee. This …
Notes: Friendship Album, 1933: Episode 9
Last week I traveled to Atlanta to give a presentation to the East Cobb Quilters’ Guild. It was a great trip, though I saw my life flash before my eyes …