My Grandmother's Quilts

I have several of my grandmother's quilts, and I am continuously amazed at the workmanship that is in these quilts. I remember the quilting frame in her dining room, hanging from the ceiling, and I remember running around and playing while she and her lady friends quilted. The sad part for me is that when she passed, so did the quilting. My Mother never quilted and so there were no quilters in my family until I started about 5 years ago. I cherish these quilts and look forward to passing them on to my children. I just wish that I had lots of stories to pass along as well

Bonnie's Mystery Quilt

I have decided to do Bonnie's mystery quilt called "Carolina Crossroads". I have never done a mystery quilt, but this one seems easy and fun! I just never seem to have time for quilting, and especially since I had to give up my sewing room. It takes so much time to get all my stuff out, and then I have to put it all back, but I am going to do it for this quilt. I will update each time I finish something!

Welcome

Welcome to my blog. I have been blogging for a while, but decided that I needed a blog just for quilting.

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Ernie the Lucky Dog

I must tell the story of Ernie the Lucky Dog. Last Monday, I was at work and a lady came in and said that a dog had been hit by a car and was on the side of road. I went out there to find this puppy that had not been hit by a car, but was so skinny, I could count every rib, and so weak he couldn't stand up. My heart just melted when I saw him. What to do? I had told my assistant as I went out the door the call Animal Control, because I thought that a dog was dead. I brought him back to the office and tried to tell if he was hurt. He had no visible injuries, but I knew that he was sick. Everyone who knows me, knows that before Max, I was not a dog lover, so needless to say, I had no idea what to do to help this puppy. I called a local vet to see if they would at least look at him to see if they could determine what was wrong with him, but the receptionist told me that they were booked solid with surgeries and could not help me. So, I called Falcon Village to find out if Dr. Wolchek or Dr. Evans could check him the next morning. Little did I know that I had taken the first step on a whirlwind journey that would take me and Randy from happy to tears, and back. While dogs, and animals in general, appear simple and unassuming, in fact, they are quite complex. This puppy would not eat, could not walk, and had diarrhea that was the worst I had ever seen. It went without saying that he had been neglected, probably abused, and most important, completely unloved for all of his 14 or 15 weeks of life. Where did he come from? No one knows. Where was his Mom? Anybody's guess. All this went through my mind throughout the day as I watched and waited to see what he was going to do. I left to go and bring him food, and while I was away, Animal Control came to the office. They told my assistant that if they took him, I would not be able to get him back, so, as I had instructed her, she told them not to take him. On Tuesday, I took him to the vet, and they determined that he had 4 different worms. He was at the point of death, literally. They started treating him, and he began to improve. I talked with the doctor twice and sometimes 3 times each day, and things were looking good. Randy and I were trying to decide what to name him and Randy started asking around at school to try and find him a good home. I decided to call him Ernie, after Mom's cat, and the fact that he just looked like an Ernie. Randy laughed and said that I should name him Lucky since he was pretty lucky that I had found him. So, that's how he earned the name "Ernie the Lucky Dog". We were happy and hopeful that he would make a full recovery. On Thursday of this week, I was on my way home when the Doctor called me and said that he had taken a turn for the worst, and that he was throwing up all his food and medicine and that he was again unable to stand. It was about 6:15 in the evening when she called and she was sure that he would not live through the night. She said that she felt that he had been sick for so long, that we could not save him. My heart just pounded as I listened to the choices that she gave me. She said that I could do nothing and that he would probably die before morning, or I could let her go ahead and put him down. I was so upset and unsure what I should do. I tried to call Randy and could not reach him, so I called her back and said that I could not put him down and that if he was going to die, I wanted him to do it on his own. I did not sleep at all that night, and I prayed that God would take control and if he was not to make it, he would take him in the night, so I that I would not have to put him down. I resigned myself to the fact that he would be dead when the vet called me the next morning. Randy left early on Friday morning to go by the hospital and see what had happened during the night. I had agreed with him and the doctor that if Ernie had not improved, we would put him down. When Randy arrived at the hospital, Ernie was standing in his kennel and wagged his tail when he saw Randy. He had a miraculous turnaround overnight and was looking for food. In my opinion, this was totally God's hand. Ernie has steadily improved, and this morning, Randy and I went to visit him at the hospital and he was playing, chasing a toy that I brought, and of course, practicing his lapdog tendencies. He seems to be headed for a full recovery. He is a totally different puppy than the one I took there on Tuesday morning. If all goes well, and I believe now that it will, we will bring him home from the hospital on Monday! I think that if a dog ever had the perfect name, Ernie does!

Comments

I noticed that none of my family have been making any comments on my posts. I am not sure if that is good or bad. Are they not interested? Are they not reading the posts? Do they feel that the posts are not worth talking about, or are they busy and don't have the time? I hope someone lets me know soon.

Ya Gotta Love the Fair

Well, as is tradition, we went to the Gwinnett County Fair. And, as usual, it was the same as it has been for the last 100 years. Second rate rides that I would be very apprehensive to put one of my family members on. Cotton candy, candy apples, and, of course, funnel cakes. Personally, I only go for the roasted corn. It is worth the trip, the admission fee, and all the other stuff just to be able to eat that yummy, salty, dripping with butter sensation that leaves your face and hands sooty from the burnt corn husks and left over charcoal. It is one of God's finest creations. But anyway, back to the fair. I LOVE the exhibits. The canned food, the jellies, the quilts, the knitted items, and they really do still show and award ribbons for livestock. It is amazing how many people still come and bring their prized goat, cow, horse and all the other things. Beany liked it, he was amazed at the rides and his Poppy won a Polar Bear for him. A great time was had by all!

Beany in the Tub