Showing posts with label Remembrance Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Remembrance Day. Show all posts

Friday, November 10, 2023

"All the Things" -- and Then Some!

 I can't quite believe I posted only once in October -- but there it is: almost a month ago.  It would appear that my longing to "make" or -- more honestly -- "do" All The Things was made manifest, and I simply got down to it!

I'm continuing to make order out of chaos, to be sure.  "Making" is the only way I can keep my sanity while the world goes to Hell in a hand-basket, and closer to home, my kittens continue to need a watchful eye lest they dismantle most of what surrounds them!

Here's this week's Life with Kittens report:

      • This week they discovered how to remove the plunger-style plug from the bathroom sink.  My solution?  Keep a small amount of water in that sink at all times, as they need their paws to do that trick and, being felines, wet paws are definitely not on!
      • This week they figured out how to get past the barrier and slip underneath the closed door to the sewing studio, where Miss Pookie-cat has her 'nest' in one of my fabric baskets (not fabric I use for my work, of course!)  She will put up with their being in the same room -- as long as they're quiet.  They love to sit in a basket in front of the south-facing window and watch the birds, or nap in the late fall sunshine.  In the end, there's been nothing for it but to keep that door open.
      • This week they've turned into thieves.  They knocked my (closed) rotary cutter from my cutting surface to the floor and hid it under a set of rolling drawers.  My favourite seam-ripper and my favourite thread have disappeared, as has a tube of face make-up that was sitting on the counter next to the bathroom sink. They also love to steal Pookie's food when she's outside -- so I've had to put it in a drawer in the room to keep that from happening.
      • This week they figured out how to open a clear plastic box of sewing pins, so I've had to put elastic around it -- in both directions -- to keep them from spilling pins everywhere and -- heaven forbid! -- swalling one!
      • Despite all precautions, I had to construct a "wall" around my houseplants and cover my over-wintering geraniums with one of those little 'green-houses' you can buy at nurseries and the hardware store:  


    • And yes, the hanging plants have had to be entwined as high up as I could put them to keep their vines from being played with!
  • And their fascination with water means that they also couldn't keep away from the operation of the small humidifier I use in the winter.  As one of my FB friends pointed out, clearly they're mist-ified by it!  😆


Are we having fun yet?!  😉

I'm thankful, though that as they're growing into cats, though, they seem to be napping more frequently, and this has enabled me to get down to 'making' in earnest.  I've developed a bit of a routine to keep my day as calm and settled as possible, beginning the day in its darkest hours with my coffee and writing in my journal.

I follow this up with computer time -- viewing e-mails (I get an early-morning daily post of inspiration from knitter/author Clara Parkes), checking the news (I prefer to remain informed; I've never been good at keeping my head in the sand), and turning to knitting while this is going on.  I might continue with a recent-to-me favourite YouTube podcast about knitting: "Quail's Knitting Nest".  One of the lateste episodes "fell into" my feed, and now I'm watching back-issues.  Joy (Quail) is a lovely knitter, a Master (certified in the US), with a down-to-earth, calm demeanour.  Check it out if you think it might be just the tonic you need while you knit.

On a knitting note, since my last post I've had a couple of new starts, as well as a number of finishes. To whit:  I finished two hats for my friend J, who's undergoing chemo for cancer:

Pattern: 'Scraptastic Hat'
Designer: Jane Tanner
Modification: mock cable rib
Yarn: elann.com Peruvian Baby Cashmere

Pattern: Freshwater
Designer: Alison Green
Yarn: Michel and CIA Luxury Collection Baby* Silk
 

*Baby alpaca, that is!

I started that pair of socks for my friend B, who gave me the kittens, and I'm well away on the gusset of the first sock:

Pattern: Woodpile Socks
Designer: Bethany Hill
Yarn: Estelle Yarns Highland Alpaca Fine


The yarn for these socks is rather more rustic than I thought it migh be, given that it's almost 1/2 and 1/2 alpaca and highland wool -- but I trust the hand will soften a bit when washed (it's a hand-wash yarn).  The stitch definition is fantastic, though, don't you think?!

While I'm not making a lot of Xmas gifts this year, I am making some new winter hats for my neighbours; the ones I gave them -- which they were wearing yesterday on their walk -- are starting to show their age.  I've finished one for the hubby, and started one for his wife, using the same pattern and yarn -- just in a different colour.  His is done in "Plum" -- colour #2211; her's will be in "Royal" -- #2213.  (Note: the photo was taken before blocking; check the pattern page for how it looks on the head!)

Pattern: Caribou Mountains Hat
Designer: Kalea Turner-Beckman
Yarn: Diamond Luxury Baby Alpaca Aran


While I didn't start the Lunenberg Pullover I mentioned in my last post, I did cast on another pullover -- the Cilin Sweater, which I found in the Fall 2023 issue of Interweave Knits.  I'd completely frogged a cardigan that had languished for years, and am using the yarn for this pullover instead.  I'm not very far along -- it starts with a front panel of cables -- but I've loved every stitch!


Close up of the start on the front panel.


Next  up in my routine -- after the day has moved into daylight hours -- I might continue knitting, or do some household chore or other.  And if the weather is cooperative, I take a mid-morning walk, with a stop at the Post Office to check for mail.

After lunch, I turn on Tom Allen's show "About Time" on CBC Radio 2, and let his patter and lovely (classical) music serenade me as I get into my sewing/quilting groove.

Since my last post I've focused on these things:

First...six more wee art-quilt 'tags' for Curiosity Art and Framing, "my" gallery in Red Deer:


First up...

and next...


Each is one-of-a-kind; These are all on my Artist's Page on the Gallery website, should you be at all interested.  😊

In other art news...I belong to Artists in Canada Art, which is putting on an Online Show & Sale, running from Nov. 24 throught Dec. 10.  As members are from all across Canada and work in a variety of media, the theme for the show is "Regional Differences".   Each participating artist will post two pieces for purchase  There'll be a link and more info here and on my 3F Creations Facebook page once the opening arrives.  Stay tuned!

As for other artwork -- I'm still working on a piece of hooked art inspired by a flower bed in my meadow:  "All the Pretty Poppies".  Given the Inquitive Kittens, I've had to store all the materials and the piece -- in a large hoop -- away in the guest room, and to work on it when I can, or feel the need to do nothing but hook yarn through burlap.  I don't work on it as often as I do my other crafts, but still, I'm making some progress.  Here's what it looked like at the end of a session of work last week:


And yes, I've done even more since this photo was taken!

Meanwhile, the #keepitoutofthelandfill (Keep It Out of the Landfill) Project continues!  Just yesterday I finished my latest quilt top, consisting of blocks I'd made into pinwheels from half-square triangle units.  It measures 55 1/2" x 66 1/2", and I plan to quilt it up and give it to an elderly neighbour.  I still have enough string squares to make 20 HST units -- five full pinwheel blocks -- and more strings than you can shake a stitch  er, stick at -- so there'll be another one in my future, I'm sure.



And yes, my stacks of hexagons in the One Block Wonder project continue to grow.  I've not counted them up, but I have only 2 more strip sets to cut into triangles, and each set makes between 140 and 147 triangles.  At 6 triangles per hexie, that's another 22 or 23 hexagon blocks.  I think I had seven strip sets in total, so that would come to...154 or 161 hexies...depending...!!

Per the pattern instructions, I've tried to stack them according to colour dominance:


Once I've finished making the blocks, I'll have to figure out a way to arrange them in a single space.  I only hope my "design bed" (a 'twin extra-long' unit in the guest room) will suffice!

In mid-afternoon, usually around 3 p.m., I turn to stitching.  This week I Fully Finished "Here Be Dragons", which is a Christmas gift for my son.

First, I backed it with a piece of quilt batting, and centred it on a piece of acid-free mat board, in preparation for lacing:

Front prepped

Back prepped


After lacing, I fit it into a modest frame from Michael's -- without glass or plastic "glass" -- and put a piece of cardboard (which came with the frame) over the back.  On the cardboard I put a label with the piece's provenance, and clipped the hanger to the top,  I'm rather pleased how it turned out:



In 'active' stitching, I've been focused on "Nevermore" from Lila's Studio, which will be a combination 'congratulations on your wedding' and Christmas gift for my nephew and his new bride.  I mentioned it in my last post (scroll down on that page) -- and have now finished significantly more of it.  

Only the wide bottom border left to do!


In the line-up next: a little pillow project from Mani di Donna for some friends whose wedding anniversary is Dec. 7 (I'm almost finished that one, too), and then finishing "Keziah Campbell"...and another wee gift item for yet another stitch-appreciatig friend.

If I get all the stitchy/knitty/quilty gift goodness finished by the end of the first week of December, I've promised myself I'll relax and spend time stitching and knitting whatever I choose.  We'll see how that turns out, eh?!

I don't know where Nina-Marie is today...but there seems to be no "Linky Party" over at her blog, so I'll just leave you with the reminder that...

Tomorrow, November 11, is Remembrance Day.  In this time of so much war and turmoil, so many triggered tempers and seekers of revenge, let us never forget the cost of war -- paid by all of us, no matter our age, gender, race, creed, faith or culture.

Lest We Forget...

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: 
To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high. 
    If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
        In Flanders fields.

                  - Written by Lieutenant Colonel, Dr. John McCrae

Until we meet again, friends...may you be well, may you be safe, may you be content, and may you be creative!  A bientot!

Friday, November 11, 2022

Dumfungled and Gobsmacked!

 

I learned a new word this week: 'dumfungled'.  It's an old Scots word meaning "mentally and physically worn out" -- and it can imply being depressed.  And I've been all of that much of the time for months.  Years.  Since DT was elected, anyway.  I thought I was easing out of it, but then there were planes shot down and COVID and BLM and the unmarked graves of Canadian indigenous children discovered, and January 6, 2021, and cancelled art shows, and Zoom exhaustion, and over 30% of the US Electorate losing its mind and...and...and...

And then, in the last few months, I've been soundly reminded just how blessed I am:

  • For one thing, I'm still here.  I turned 70, and lightning didn't strike. I didn't get "called home" as some folks put it.  I AM home, here in this wee hamlet with all its beauty and wonky citizens and such;
  • I have a glorious yard and garden, and the deer haven't attacked too much of it.  I have baby apple trees and Saskatoon bushes, and lilacs and wild flowers, and 5 bird feeders.  I have bees in the May/June blossoms.  I have benches on which to sit and knit or stitch or read or just think.
  • I have two great kids who, despite their own health challenges, are managing to live independent lives, pay their bills, and show me they love me.
  • I have a sister who's a delight and who shows me love and hospitality whenever we get together.
  • I have a few close gal pals, and a whole lot of long-distance friends, some whom I've never met -- who gave me support by buying my work this summer so I could afford the trip to Art in the Park, the price of which had sky-rocketed since COVID interrupted the planned 2020 event, which finally happened this July.
  • I've a faith community that struggles with aging members and fewer hands to do the work, but we gather every week to worship and pray and learn and have fellowship and struggle together -- and it's a blessing to be able to bumble along in person again after 2 years apart.
And then...yesterday...I was totally gobsmacked!

I went for the mail.  In it was a package from Traditional Stitches, my trusty LNS (Local Needlework Store), which operates online as well as in person.  I have a Wish List on their website, that's six pages long.  Yep!  I place orders as I have time and $$$ to do so.  Each order takes a long time; they're a tiny shop and don't keep a warehouse of inventory, so often things take weeks to put together.  I placed an order recently for a pattern they've told me is now on order, and I'm prepared to wait several weeks for it.  They don't request payment (via PayPal) till it has arrived in their shop, which I see as another Good Thing.

So, I looked at this package and wondered what the heck it could be.  They'd not asked me for $$ recently.  Had I ordered something, paid in advance, and forgotten??  Was I drunk or sleep-walking when I did that?  

I came home and opened the package.  It was a kit for a pattern that's been on my Wish List for months, maybe a year.   I checked my e-mails. No hint of it.  I checked my PayPal account.  No transactions recorded that referred to it, and none in that dollar amount.  I decided to look again at the order form that accompanied the kit, to check the Order Number.

Keziah Campbell 1796
Designer: Needlemade Designs (2017)
A Scottish-style sampler
Photo source: Traditional Stitches

And that was when I was GOBSMACKED.  
Right between the eyes!

Two of my dear stitching friends -- people I've known for years, and with whom I gather annually to stitch and talk and walk and eat and enjoy art and textiles and gardens -- had sent this to me.  The name and address of one of them was on the order form as "purchaser".

Oh. My. Ohmyohmyohmyomyomy!

But...why now?  Why in November?

I picked up the phone.  When one of my friends answered and asked, "How are you?", I replied, "Stunned".  I then explained about the mail and the parcel and asked, "To what do I owe this honour?"  "It was supposed to be for your birthday," she said, adding that it was because it was a Big Birthday. "We didn't know it would take so long."

After thanking them both profusely -- the call was on 'speaker' at their end -- we had a lovely chat and I ended with telling them, "nothing for Xmas", because this in and of itself was enough to cover both occasions!  

Now, I'm not interrupting my Xmas 2022 'making' to start this.  (I can hear some of you snickering.  Trust me; I'm not going to do that! 😇😆😁)  But my friends have suggested that perhaps I could have it finished by the time we get together again in August 2023...God willing!

Hmmmmmm.

Meanwhile, the Gothic Lace Cowl for my nephew's partner is finished but for sewing in the ends and adding the buttons:



And I've started a simple cowl for my nephew:

Pattern: "Just Try It"
Designer: Susan Ashcroft
Yarn: Kathmandu Aran 100 from Queensland Yarns

I finished the "Wabi Sabi" quilt top for a Certain Young Man -- now it's ready to sandwich and quilt:

Original Pattern: "Magic Tiles" by Kathleen Bissett
My adaptation: "Wabi Sabi"
No pattern notes; it's One Of A Kind!
Size: 9 blocks + borders = 50" x 50"


And I'm 90% of the way through stitching "Lick the Bowl" for my son's partner.  It'll be made into a journal cover -- I've bought a little journal to go with it -- and I hope she'll use it to collect her favourite recipes, as I've been told she likes to bake.

One of the "Kitchen Counter" Series
Designer: Hands On Designs
Fabric: 30-count mystery even-weave
Threads: my own selection - DMC


My right hand is still a bit 'iffy' -- aggravated somewhat not only but the stitching but also by the writing, typing, and shovelling.  I try to rotate activities...but my art-making is on pause.  I figure if I get these gifts finished, I can move into sampling for the 3rd piece I need to do re: Art in the Park.  

And in the weeks left in November, I have 2 short theology papers to write, two Morning Prayer services to manage (with homilies), 3 dozen Christmas cookies to bake for the church cookie sale (Nov. 26) and the Under $100 Art Market in Lacombe (Nov. 24-26), where I'll be showing small works and volunteering.  

Here's just one of the pieces that will be for sale at that Market:

Winter Grasses (2021)
5" x 7", floater frame



Just a few things to keep me out of trouble!


Meanwhile, it's Remembrance Day here in Canada, and I'm going to wander downtown (3 blocks from here) around 10:30 a.m. to see if there's a ceremony planned.  The good folks at the Royal Canadian Legion here used to do it every year at the Community Hall, followed by a buffet lunch at the Legion Hall.  Then COVID hit and it didn't happen in 2020.  Last year it was an outdoor service (no lunch).  This year it's been very cold and snowy, and while I noted that a small area around the Cenotaph at the Legion had been cleared of snow, there's been nothing posted about a service at the Community Hall -- or anywhere, for that matter.  So we shall see.

It's also Friday, and Nina-Marie's Off the Wall Friday is up and running...so I'll leave you with an invitation to check out the action over there, and with the hopes that your weekend is warm and cozy, or cool and beachy, and wherever you are -- safe, sound, happily creative!  'Bye for now!





Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Two Minutes to Remember


Wherever you are today,
What ever you are doing,
PLEASE STOP
at 11:-00 a.m.
\in your time zone

For 2 minutes...
To remember.

It's a Pittance of Time.

Thank you.




Friday, November 08, 2013

Somehow It's Fitting

...that I should be working on this piece this weekend...

Posh Poppies - (C) Chi-Chi Quilt Designs

This afternoon, I'll be stitching on the skinny stems, tacking down portions of leaves that had to be re-positioned, and layering the piece with batting only for some gentle shadow quilting around those leaves and stems.  The piece is going to be framed by the owner, rather than hung as a quilt, so the batting will be very thin.

After the quilting, the poppy blossoms and buds will be attached.  This includes thread painting and beading on the blossoms for stamens and pistils.  Then tiny off-white sateen flowers will be scattered about on the right side of centre, attached by hand, and the piece will be finished.

While I link up to Nina Marie's Off-the-wall Friday...

Have yourselves a peaceful weekend...
and take time
to
remember...


Sunday, November 11, 2012

A Letter Home

John Rennie & Ruth Davison, ca. 1933

No. 7 Group  (Civil Affairs)
B. L.A.
12 Nov. 44
Hello, Sweetheart,

Your letter No. 53 and your unnumbered note written at Canteen on Hallowe'en arrive the other day...

Things have been running along here quite smoothly, and now that I'm really settled down to work I'm finding that I have a big job which takes a tremendous amount of research and preparation...

Yesterday was Armistice and a big day in this part of the world.  It was the first time in four years that those people have had an opportunity to really give vent to their feelings.  They certainly made the most of it.  
There was the usual parade and laying of wreaths, and also a church service.  Many important people graced the occasion, and Johnnie tagged along.  When these people put on a parade it is really something.  Bands played; flags flew; picture cameras ground away; and the crowd cheered themselves hoarse.  If you happen to get copies of some of our local papers it is quite possible that you might see a picture in which you would recognize me.  I doubt though if that will be possible because I imagine that the local news does not geet any very wide distribution.

To-day has been quite quiet....I had a tea invitation which I felt was going to take just about all the time I could spare...In this case it is an English family...They were in France at the outbreak of war and just didn't manage to get away.  Their story of the last four and a half years makes an excellent chapter in the book of German atrocities...The father died during the occupation; their property was taken from them by the Jerries and used during the occupation.  It is now a total ruin.  They themselves were imprisoned for a short time, but were finally released and have been living here ever since.  Living I might say in conditions that you would consider acute poverty -- two little rooms that scarcely suffice for their needs.  Obviously insufficient clothing and a shortage of money.  The two older ladies appear to be well up in their sixties, so you can judge that it hasn't been easy for them.  D. was to be married in 1940, but of course never got back to England for the wedding.  A few months later she heard that her fiance, a British officer, had been killed in action.  Just three weeks ago she received another message saying that he is alive and serving in another theatre.  So, of course, the wedding is on again just as soon as the exigiencies of the service permit -- and that is a mighty indefinite date.  Meanwhile she keeps the family alive no by coaching in English Literature...They gave me a very simple tea, and I must say that I enjoyed the two or three hours I spent with them...

Having related my social activities in detail this epistle is beginning to take on the size of a large volume.  I really think it should be continued in our next -- so finis.

Regards to everybody and all my love to you,
John

CAPT. JOHN G. RENNIE

P.S. Just discovered that I left out mighty important news -- the other day a package of Laura Secord's [chocolates] arrived.  That was the finest thing that has caught up with me yet.  It was mailed from Montreal on Sept. 19th and really chased me around a bit before it got here.  Thanks muchly for it, and, by the way, if there happen to be any more spares floating around they will be received with great joy.
J.G.R.

The above is an excerpt from a letter my father wrote to my mother while stationed in Europe during WW II, a few days before his 40th birthday.  He was in the Canadian Army -- Black Watch -- and seconded to the British Army for most of his time there.  Given his eyesight and age, he was taken into service only because of his experience as a teacher and skills as an administrator, and he remained in Europe until late spring 1946, when he was injured while in charge of a trio of Displaced Persons (DP) camps in Germany.  I have transcribed the letter just as he wrote it, though it was several pages long and I have quoted only a portion of it here.

The photo is one of my parents when they began dating.  My mother was about 17; my dad, 28 or 29 at the time.

NOTE: I never met my father; he died of his war-induced injuries on February 13, 1952, almost a full seven months before I was born.

Friday, November 11, 2011

11-11-11-11




Remembering:

My step-grandfather:
  Private Walter Daniel, Quebec Regiment 841200, 42nd Batallion, killed in France, interred Barlin Communal Cemetery, Pas de Calais, France, B: April 24, 1883 - D: February 23, 1918.

My father:
Major John Gillies Rennie, Canadian Black Watch (Royal Highland Regiment), BAOR, wounded in Germany, B: November 14, 1904 - D: February 13, 1952

My step-father:
Sergeant Reginald Walter Daniel, Canadian Black Watch (Royal Highland Regiment), wounded in France, B. September 6, 1914 - D: May 25, 1994

Thursday, November 11, 2010

This is my son...


He is 25, the same age as many serving in Afghanistan...trying to protect, heal, serve and re-build.  These are very Canadian traits, and I would venture to say, are significant motivators behind our service their with our British, French, Australian and American Friends.

I don't apologize for his not being in the Forces; he is called to serve the world in a different way -- with humour, pathos, and compassion in the roles he takes in theatre.  He is and will continue to be a blessing.

May he and others his age serving our country, our world outside combat know and appreciate the peace their parents and grandparents won for them in the World Wars.

May they appreciate the work our soldiers today are doing to circumvent yet another World War.

May that history never be repeated.

Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with each and every one of us.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; 


and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. 
Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.


- John McCrae

**************   

Remembering:

 Private Walter Daniel, Quebec Regiment 841200, 42nd Batallion, killed in France, interred Barlin Communal Cemetery, Pas de Calais, France, B: April 24, 1883 - D: February 23, 1918.
Major John Gillies Rennie, Canadian Black Watch (Royal Highland Regiment), BAOR, wounded in Germany, B: November 14, 1904 - D: February 13, 1952
Sergeant Reginald Walter Daniel, Canadian Black Watch (Royal Highland Regiment), wounded in France, B. September 6, 1914 - D: May 25, 1994

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Remembering...

    Priveate Walter Daniel, Canadian Infantry (Quebec Regiment), 42nd Battalion, killed in action, February 23, 1918, aged 35,leaving his wife, Amy Bunce Daniel and three sons: Harold, Ivor and Reginald Walter. Laid to rest in Barlin Communal Cemetary,Pas de Calais, France.

    Major John Gillies Rennie, Black Watch, Canada, seconded to the British Army of the Rhine and the British Military Government, aged 41 suffered a heart attack as the result of a crisis one night at a DP camp of which he was in charge, and died of his 3rd heart attack in February 1952, aged 47, leaving his wife Ruth, 7 weeks pregant.

    Sgt. Reginald Walter Daniel, Black Watch, Canada, wounded in France, losing 2 fingers on his right hand and having a bullet through his right arm. Treated with so much of the new 'miracle drug' penicillin that he became allergic to it. Later married the Ruth, the widow of John Gillies Rennie, and raised two children -- a son and a daughter -- and one step-daughter. Died May 24, 1994, in hospital in Summerland, B.C., aged 79.