I have been pretty quiet lately as I'm getting my presentation ready for my talk at the Ridge Quilters Guild in Paradise, CA on April 15th. My talk revolves around growing up in Paradise, a remote mountain community in the Sierra Nevada mountains. I could tell you this was during the 1950's, but then I'd be dating myself! My talk incorporates all of my quilts and evolves into The Geography of a Quilt. Geography was my profession once I became an adult. I won't say, "When I grew up," because I'm still waiting for that to happen!
|The House on Edgewood Lane|
I feel as though I've been in a time machine over the past few days while reminiscing about my youth and putting it on paper and in a presentation form.
Growing up in Paradise was an idyllic childhood. Our imaginations took us on many different adventures from sailors to sea captains. I'm the sailor, my sister Gail was the captain of our ship. But, the captain was unable to contain her little sisters daring nature which usually landed us into lots of trouble! Our misadventures makes for good story telling in our old age.
Thank goodness the statute of limitation has expired.