Snow Garden Personalized

Hi friends! What a windy, hot, hot weekend. In the 90's. I stayed inside to avoid making my headaches explode.

I finally worked out the personalization for every single sampler block in this AotH series. So I went back to the very first one stitched. Snow Garden. It was never personalized. It has now become Emerson's sampler.

There was a key motif where the "s" and "o" of his name are. I had to unstitch that. I also had to unstitch the eyelet part of the peacock's feather by the "n". And shorten the overall length of the feather by just a bit. Then restitch it all. I think it worked out very well. It is a bit trickier adding the names and dates since I am stitching all over one instead of how it is charted as over two with the personalizations in over one.

I have begun the border on Farm House. That is the first pattern in the second row. You can see part of it showing in the above picture.

Look what came in the mail for me for my birthday all the way from England!

Isn't she precious? I love her. This little girl is a gift from our friend June. Thank you again June.  ❤️

I finished listening to The Red Bandanna: A Life, A Choice, A Legacy by Tom Rinaldi last week. Wow, that was good. I thought I was prepared to go back to September 11th again. I guess not completely.

What would you do in the last hour of your life?

The story of Welles Crowther, whose actions on 9/11 offer a lasting lesson on character, calling and courage

One Sunday morning before church, when Welles Crowther was a young boy, his father gave him a red handkerchief for his back pocket. Welles kept it with him that day, and just about every day to come; it became a fixture and his signature.

A standout athlete growing up in Upper Nyack, NY, Welles was also a volunteer at the local fire department, along with his father. He cherished the necessity and the camaraderie, the meaning of the role. Fresh from college, he took a Wall Street job on the 104th floor of the South Tower of the World Trade Center, but the dream of becoming a firefighter with the FDNY remained.

When the Twin Towers fell, Welles’s parents had no idea what happened to him. In the unbearable days that followed, they came to accept that he would never come home. But the mystery of his final hours persisted. Eight months after the attacks, however, Welles’s mother read a news account from several survivors, badly hurt on the 78th floor of the South Tower, who said they and others had been led to safety by a stranger, carrying a woman on his back, down nearly twenty flights of stairs.  After leading them down, the young man turned around.  “I’m going back up,” was all he said.

The survivors didn’t know his name, but despite the smoke and panic, one of them remembered a single detail clearly: the man was wearing a red bandanna.

Tom Rinaldi’s The Red Bandanna is about a fearless choice, about a crucible of terror and the indomitable spirit to answer it. Examining one decision in the gravest situation, it celebrates the difference one life can make.

We have a family of Robins living in the espaliered apple tree in our back yard.  This is a picture from the day they were hatched.

It is going to be hot all week. I guess I will be stitching all week. I hope you have a great week my friends! Thanks for stopping by with your nice comments.

Stitching and praying,
Vickie