Clara's Corner: Continuing Saga of the Quilt Trail....

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Continuing Saga of the Quilt Trail....

The quilt I post today is in the Washburn community. I'm saving my favorite one for the end. Is anyone getting tired of seeing barns? I still have several I haven't posted. Leave me your thoughts!

4 comments:

Marci said...: I never get tired of barn pictures, and these with the quilts are so neat. Keep them coming Clara!!!!; 11:31 AM
Moobear said...: Not me clara! I am waiting on your favorite...I shall not tell a lie! :)

God Bless!; 3:20 PM
dot said...: Keep it up Clara! Im really enjoying them!; 8:10 PM
dot said...: When I made the last comment I hadn't seen the picture. I love that barn! I'd like to just go around and take barn pictures.; 8:31 PM

WHERE I'M FROM........

I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!