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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: mlaiuppa		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2022 08:24:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Such a lovely and fitting tribute to your Mother. While a gravestone is something you occasionally visit, this quilt serves a better purpose. You thought of her all the while carefully choosing each needlepoint square and after it was done, every time you snuggle under it and feel it&#039;s warmth, you think of her. 

I took consider the body just a shell and when the spirit departs, there is nothing special about that which remains. I have the cremains of my previous dog, Ramses, and will likely keep those of Diana pawPrints and Freyja Grey when they pass, but it is not the remains that are significant. I look at their photos often. Those of Caesar, Goliath and Ramses and I take photos of Diana and Freyja, mostly because I am aware that no matter how many I take, it is not enough and will never be enough. 

My parents are still with me, both just turned 93, but their memories are fading. My Mother has difficulty remembering what day it is and my Father&#039;s memory is going quicker. His is coupled with anger as he is also quite deaf and his hearing aids are not working. He is frustrated to be left out of conversations. I am printing out photos from over the years for an album my Mother can flip through to remember and reminisce about family, friends and even pets from over her life. 

I am currently making my Mother dresses and jumpsuits with fabric that reflects her favorite things: peacocks, flowers, hummingbirds, watermelon, the galaxy. I am keeping the scraps left from sewing them so that I will have pieces I can put together to make a quilt as a reminder of this time we&#039;ve had together. I go over and stay for four days and three nights a week. Occasionally a bit longer. I shall likely keep the worn out clothing these new outfits are replacing to cut pieces from them to add to the scraps.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Such a lovely and fitting tribute to your Mother. While a gravestone is something you occasionally visit, this quilt serves a better purpose. You thought of her all the while carefully choosing each needlepoint square and after it was done, every time you snuggle under it and feel it&#8217;s warmth, you think of her. </p>
<p>I took consider the body just a shell and when the spirit departs, there is nothing special about that which remains. I have the cremains of my previous dog, Ramses, and will likely keep those of Diana pawPrints and Freyja Grey when they pass, but it is not the remains that are significant. I look at their photos often. Those of Caesar, Goliath and Ramses and I take photos of Diana and Freyja, mostly because I am aware that no matter how many I take, it is not enough and will never be enough. </p>
<p>My parents are still with me, both just turned 93, but their memories are fading. My Mother has difficulty remembering what day it is and my Father&#8217;s memory is going quicker. His is coupled with anger as he is also quite deaf and his hearing aids are not working. He is frustrated to be left out of conversations. I am printing out photos from over the years for an album my Mother can flip through to remember and reminisce about family, friends and even pets from over her life. </p>
<p>I am currently making my Mother dresses and jumpsuits with fabric that reflects her favorite things: peacocks, flowers, hummingbirds, watermelon, the galaxy. I am keeping the scraps left from sewing them so that I will have pieces I can put together to make a quilt as a reminder of this time we&#8217;ve had together. I go over and stay for four days and three nights a week. Occasionally a bit longer. I shall likely keep the worn out clothing these new outfits are replacing to cut pieces from them to add to the scraps.</p>
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		By: Sandra		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2022 13:24:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The fisherman  in a sou&#039;wester must have been popular theme in needlepoint kits at one time. About 15 years ago, I was at a neighbour&#039;s garage sale with my then 10 year old son.  He was drawn to a framed needlepoint similar to yours of a fisherman.  My neighbour told the story that the needlepoint had been done by her uncle. He had been an RCAF pilot during WW2, and had been injured at some point during the war.  Needlepoint was something that was given to a lot of the service men in the UK to help them with their recovery, and this had been one of the ones he did then.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The fisherman  in a sou&#8217;wester must have been popular theme in needlepoint kits at one time. About 15 years ago, I was at a neighbour&#8217;s garage sale with my then 10 year old son.  He was drawn to a framed needlepoint similar to yours of a fisherman.  My neighbour told the story that the needlepoint had been done by her uncle. He had been an RCAF pilot during WW2, and had been injured at some point during the war.  Needlepoint was something that was given to a lot of the service men in the UK to help them with their recovery, and this had been one of the ones he did then.</p>
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		By: Adrienne Roche		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2022 20:34:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A lovely piece of work. It must have been all the more difficult using tapestries rather than cotton rectangles. I am wondering if you sewed by hand?
 (I have pieces of fabric which belonged once to my grand parents &#038; parents, so it will be in part a memory quilt too. but also I have pieces bought in fabric sales)
Thank you for sharing the photographs &#038; the story behind the making of your quilt.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A lovely piece of work. It must have been all the more difficult using tapestries rather than cotton rectangles. I am wondering if you sewed by hand?<br />
 (I have pieces of fabric which belonged once to my grand parents &amp; parents, so it will be in part a memory quilt too. but also I have pieces bought in fabric sales)<br />
Thank you for sharing the photographs &amp; the story behind the making of your quilt.</p>
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		By: Debra. E. Sewell		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2022/10/07/my-quilt-o/#comment-1486671</link>

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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2022 22:33:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[the quilt is beautiful !! kitty too.  Yes both my elderly patents are gone now. Never went to nursing home as we Promised them they would be home in own bed.  Yes..ones spirit and soul energy is whom we really  are. Our hody is just a shell we inhabit. then discard. A free spirit..NOT laying in a cemetary. Body turns to dust..spirit is free. 

Enjoy fall, and kitty. I live love your channel and all the stories you share about places and people&#039;s lives]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the quilt is beautiful !! kitty too.  Yes both my elderly patents are gone now. Never went to nursing home as we Promised them they would be home in own bed.  Yes..ones spirit and soul energy is whom we really  are. Our hody is just a shell we inhabit. then discard. A free spirit..NOT laying in a cemetary. Body turns to dust..spirit is free. </p>
<p>Enjoy fall, and kitty. I live love your channel and all the stories you share about places and people&#8217;s lives</p>
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		By: Ursula		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2022 18:43:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[What a visual feast! Thankyou for letting me take part!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a visual feast! Thankyou for letting me take part!</p>
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		By: Mathilde Grange		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2022 17:10:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A beautiful quilt, really lovely. And I think Mr. Pussy really knew how to appreciate it.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A beautiful quilt, really lovely. And I think Mr. Pussy really knew how to appreciate it.</p>
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		By: Cherub		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2022 13:12:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So very beautiful, I adore the feeling of safety it gives. Many years ago I was seriously ill and spent a lot of time sleeping. I had a comfort blanket on my bed, it made me feel everything would turn out fine and I’d be well again.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So very beautiful, I adore the feeling of safety it gives. Many years ago I was seriously ill and spent a lot of time sleeping. I had a comfort blanket on my bed, it made me feel everything would turn out fine and I’d be well again.</p>
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		By: Sue		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2022 12:30:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Not only lovely memories of your mother but if only all those sewers could know that their work lives on and is now being seen by hundreds of people around the world.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not only lovely memories of your mother but if only all those sewers could know that their work lives on and is now being seen by hundreds of people around the world.</p>
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		By: Lynne Perrella		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2022 12:16:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Many years ago, I took a day-long workshop with a noted quilt maker.   Our topic for exploration that day was shrine-building; and (as requested) we came prepared with a general concept as well as some supplies.   I recall that after a brief intro, we each became hyper-focused on the personal task at hand and the room filled with a kind of significant purposeful murmur.   Although it was understood that the quilter was available if we needed her, she took a seat at the front of the class and told us about her life.  Her husband (gasp!) was an Elvis impersonator who had spent quite a LOT of their tight budget on a human-hair Elvis wig.  She revealed other things too -- family &quot;complications&quot;, etc.  It was a quiet recitation that somehow befitted a day spent making personal shrines/edifices.  Eventually, she started talking about her process of quilting and how that had become her lifelong artform.   I still recall how she described hand-stitching a quilt, the jumbled pile of pieced fabrics in her lap, and how all her emotions became incorporated into the completed work.   The happiness, the sadness, the irritation of everyday life, the joys and woes of the crazy Elvis man, etc.   It was all present in her quilts.   
Thank you for sharing this singular memory quilt with us today, GA.   You are a gem.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Many years ago, I took a day-long workshop with a noted quilt maker.   Our topic for exploration that day was shrine-building; and (as requested) we came prepared with a general concept as well as some supplies.   I recall that after a brief intro, we each became hyper-focused on the personal task at hand and the room filled with a kind of significant purposeful murmur.   Although it was understood that the quilter was available if we needed her, she took a seat at the front of the class and told us about her life.  Her husband (gasp!) was an Elvis impersonator who had spent quite a LOT of their tight budget on a human-hair Elvis wig.  She revealed other things too &#8212; family &#8220;complications&#8221;, etc.  It was a quiet recitation that somehow befitted a day spent making personal shrines/edifices.  Eventually, she started talking about her process of quilting and how that had become her lifelong artform.   I still recall how she described hand-stitching a quilt, the jumbled pile of pieced fabrics in her lap, and how all her emotions became incorporated into the completed work.   The happiness, the sadness, the irritation of everyday life, the joys and woes of the crazy Elvis man, etc.   It was all present in her quilts.<br />
Thank you for sharing this singular memory quilt with us today, GA.   You are a gem.</p>
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		By: Sally Baldwin		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2022 12:08:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So much love here. So much love.

And so nice to see Mr Pussy too.

Thank you for being who you are, and especially for sharing it all with us.

S]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So much love here. So much love.</p>
<p>And so nice to see Mr Pussy too.</p>
<p>Thank you for being who you are, and especially for sharing it all with us.</p>
<p>S</p>
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