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Sharing a picture of my brothers, sister, Dad, and I as I think back to the last two weeks . . .  I expect to post about portrait quilts that we saw in Kentucky soon, but we have been busily working with our architectural designer on floor plans, and are going to see Mark's dad for Father's Day, so am sharing these comments on color and creativity in the meantime.  While Cheri was seeing an untold number of quilts, I went about a mile to the south and spent the morning at the Paducah Railroad Museum.  One day last month I dropped Cheri off at this very large structure, which we called, alternatively, the "mushroom" and the "marshmallow." She had quilting-related activities to attend to; I decided to take a drive.  Image Source: https://dianeloomisquilts.wordpress.com
We chose to go to the National Quilt Museum the day after the American Quilt Society show in Paducah closed. Good timing!  In a residential suburb of Atlanta known as Buckhead, the Atlanta Historical Society has its museum, and on these grounds the Swan House is open for tours.  I have long been a huge fan of the annual Bouquets to Art exhibition at the de Young Museum in San Francisco. This year we scheduled a visit to the Art in Bloom exhibition at the North Carolina Museum of Art.  It is impossible in words, or pictures on a computer screen, to describe the Atlanta Cyclorama.  The front of this building curved and full of glass to allow light in is inviting. Inside is a history lover’s dream.  Happy New Year to everyone. Not many photos today as we were traveling from Alexiandria, LA to Laurel, MS. There was a very dramatic difference in geography crossing the Mississippi River on Highway 84, heading east. The Louisiana side is low and muddy everywhere, not paved or graveled. The Mississippi side is the city of Natchez, built on high bluffs that keep the river at bay. The terrain immediately becomes rolling hills with evergreen and some hardwood forest.   A while after Mark and I moved to North Carolina, I thought about which state felt like "home" to me, and I came to a similar conclusion: home is where Mark is.
“Let future generations understand the burden and the blessings of freedom. Let them say we stood where duty required us to stand.” George H. W. Bush, 1991  The portion of our trip to the George H.W. Bush Presidential Library that made me cry was the traveling exhibit dedicated to Nelson Mandela.  We left the Bulverde area of San Antonio after a long hug with my dad, a hug and thank you to my sister, and handshake with my brother-in-law. Cheri had the road atlas in her lap and I had the wheel in hand and we started heading east. After driving through Geronimo, we made our first stop:  When we were preparing to move, I ran across a Christmas letter that I wrote in the early 1990's. Being a little lazy, I'm posting some excerpts here.  Image credit: Getty Images/Flickr RF
 If you are good at reading blueprints you might be able to tell how these two pages of patent application paperwork led to issuance of:
We had an unanticipated delight today, as we happened upon an extensive, and truly delightful, display of quilts on Hilton Head Island today. I was at a quilt shop on the mainland, in Bluffton, South Carolina, when I saw a very high quality postcard publicizing an exhibit by Art Quilters of the Low Country at the Coastal Discovery Museum. Art quilts are my favorite, so I looked up the Museum's web site when I got back to the truck. Oh! A lecture in 45 minutes? Let's go!!!  We are camped - though in the trailer it is more "glamp" than "camp - in Sesquicentennial State Park. Nice and quiet, surrounded by lots of tall trees. Cheri was on a mission today to see quilt shops and architectural salvage shops. She will have to fill you in on her day later. She dropped me off in a parking lot on the side of the road and drove away. I had my camera, and the parking lot was the Revolutionary War History Center of Camden, South Carolina. 107 acres of history; I was set for the day. Bonus points if you can tell me before looking at the picture below what these four men had in common. Arthur Middleton, Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heywood, Jr. and Thomas Lynch, Jr.  I wish I had been able to get a picture of this ornate framed poster that didn't reflect the lighting, but it is still beautiful and representative of the many instruments at the Sigal Music Museum in Greenville, South Carolina.  I was standing in front of a musical instrument that was actually played by Mozart; it brought on a feeling of history that is hard to explain. If you are in Greenville, South Carolina, you can see this harpsichord, and a tremendous collection of other musical instruments.  Greenville, South Carolina has several small but truly impressive museums. Down the line I want to see the Shoeless Joe Jackson Museum and Baseball Library, the Center for Creative Arts, and I'm sure Mark will be interested in the two or three military history museums. Yesterday we made it back to the Upcountry History Museum and the Sigal Music Museum. The are right beside the Children's Museum and the architecturally-striking main library. Since we had been to the Upcountry History Museum before, we focused on the photos that student photographer Stephen Somerstein took of the Selma-to-Montgomery march that took place in 1965.  We started off with the intention of seeing the Art in Bloom exhibit at the North Carolina Museum of Art. We did not have tickets in hand, which turned out to be a problem as the exhibit sells out well in advance. We have it on the schedule for next year . . . We really wanted to see this one and to be able to compare it to the DeYoung Museum show in San Francisco in June. Cheri is planning on attending that exhibit again this year. Since we were at an art exhibit:  |
