Estate Sale with Tons of Fabric

Sharing the News for Stephanie Brouwer Redelings
Fabric for Sale at a Family Estate Sale in Philomath, Oregon this weekend!
Lots of fabric available at our Estate Sale
on Friday, March 31, and Saturday, April 1,
from 8 am – 4 pm at 2470
Newgate Drive, Philomath, Oregon,
in the Rosewood Estates off of West Hills Road

Making Something New


I’m making steady progress hand quilting the antique wedding ring quilt in the frame.  Every time I think I’ve put in a good effort, I realize I have a bit more to quilt.  One afternoon this week (to give my fingers a break from hand quilting), I went through my stash pile, and I found a bag of arches made of antique fabric.  A friend here in Oregon gave me these wedding ring arches already sewn together.  Each arch is only a quarter of one of the rings shown in the picture, and I have about 20 or so to use.

In thinking of a way to use these pieces, I wanted to go with a more modern look, so I sewed four quarter arches together and made a few rings.  I pressed the edges of each ring and used a water soluble glue stick to keep the rings in place on a white piece of fabric.  I’m going to use a button-hole embroidery stitch to tack the edges of the rings in place, as well as adding a border or two.  The finished product will be a baby sized quilt.

Have a good weekend!


Thinking about My Dad

img_4418My Dad Hugging His Mother

“The true measure of all of our actions is how long the good in them lasts.”

-Queen Elizabeth II, PBS Documentary

While taking a picture frame apart I came upon this picture of my Dad with his Mother.  It was tucked behind another picture.  Finding this picture was serendipitous, because I had just spoken with a relative in the past few days who shared with me something I didn’t know about my Dad.

I contacted my Uncle Mike to ask about this picture.  Uncle Mike said he took the picture around 1951 (when my Dad was 21 years old); he was coming back from leave and heading off to his next mission that year.  My Dad was a Marine; he served as a call box soldier in the Korean War.  His mother immigrated to the US from Eastern Europe by way of Ellis Island.  She and my grandfather, also from Eastern Europe, had an arranged marriage.  My grandmother never learned to speak much English. My Dad once told me he signed his own report cards for school, because his Mother didn’t write much in English.

My Dad passed away 19 years ago, and I thought I knew pretty much everything there was to know about him. It turns out, I was wrong.  I learned this week while I was growing up my Dad had been quietly doing random acts of kindness for the local women’s shelter for years.  After my Dad died, my Mother was called by the women’s shelter to ask if they could do anything for her to thank her for all my Dad had done for them.  This offer of care for my Mother came to everybody’s surprise including my Mom.  After all these years, it was news to me.  I didn’t know my Dad had invested his time in the women’s shelter.

What a sweet feeling it is to learn something new about my Dad. He was a thoughtful person, conscientious of others in his community.

Sometimes it is the quiet, unspoken gifts of caring from others that speak the loudest over the years.