I have been thinking since my last post about why I favor the fall season above the others. In most of the places I have lived in my life there isn't a real change of weather like some of my mid-western and northern friends. But I always enjoyed back-to-school time. When I was growing up we lived 'out in the country'. School was not only a place for learning but socialization for me and I eagerly anticipated seeing friends I had not seen since the previous June.
Coming from a small town, youth and high school sports rated high as a public form of entertainment. Everyone in town could be found at the big game on Friday night or at the youth fields on Saturday morning. That kind of civic camaraderie seemed most evident during football season when the evening air might have a little nip to it and the smell of freshly popped corn and hot chocolate wafted through the crowds from the concession stand.
So fall to me is not only a season of change but a time for coming together - with friends, with community, also with my partner, best friend and husband. Fall is the season in which Hubby and I married.
Last month - when we returned to the area where we grew up for Hubby's high school reunion, we took the opportunity to go back to see some of the places significant when we got married. We met working at a local McDonalds - McDonalds is my kind of place! I forgot to take a picture, but you've all seen one. Picture us in our polyester uniforms - his brown and mine electric green. YIKES!
This is the old courthouse where we went to apply for our marriage license. Remember we were still teenagers. I wonder what the clerk thought when she had to coach us through every step of filling out the paperwork. Good thing it wasn't a test . . . we might not have passed.This is the church we got married in. Built in 1901 and added on to several times over the years, I have always thought it is a beautiful building. The combination of red siding and stone work on the exterior just lends a certain feel that I can't seem to put into words.
The windows you see in both photos are stained glass. So pretty to see the sun shining through them during a Sunday service. Sometimes it seems like just yesterday we were all gathered out on the sidewalk after our wedding, getting everyone coordinated to go back to Mom's house for a little reception. The minister came a little later than the others - he stayed in his office to catch the last of the baseball playoff game on the radio.
But it wasn't just yesterday. In just a couple of weeks, we will celebrate our 28th anniversary. Man does time fly when you are having fun! I made this quilt 3 years ago to commemorate our 25th anniversary. Each of the blocks has 25 pieces - the red center and 24 (1"cut) logs. There are 11 rows of 11 blocks. 11:11 on a digital clock is a number we have always pointed out to one another - our favorite number. That makes the pattern a little off - but so are we. It's large enough to fit our queen sized bed, but because Harper gets on the bed from time to time we don't use it. It stays folded across the back of the sofa where we can see it every day.
I used a wool batt and hand quilted with perle cotton - an X in each center and all around each log. This is a closer look at one of the blocks. You will notice that some of the logs are pieced. That was to signify that some years of our marriage have been more difficult than others - military deployments, being poorer than church mice, deaths of grandparents and parents- still we have managed to keep it together. It's a great marriage. Hubby is my best friend. With the ups and downs, I wouldn't have wanted to spend my life any other way with any other person. We are blessed - a happy life, a beautiful daughter, a gorgeous home filled with laughter and love.
I'm taking a little blogging break. Hubby and I are off to celebrate our anniversary. I'll be back soon with lots of fun things to share.
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