I made four quilts before leaving on this trip.."Irish Whiskey, Gaelic Fantasy, Scottish Dreams and Mystery of Oak Island."
I offered my sister to choose which she would like to choose to take along on the trip...the plan was to be photographed with the quilts in Nova Scotia and they would forever be a remembrance of the trip. Carol, my sister, chose "Irish Whiskey." I was relieved, because I was so into the Oak Island story, that I really wanted the quilt named after that.
On our way to Peggy's Cove (the second time we went there)...we decided to drive down a road we passed by the first time. The first time we went to Peggy's Cove, it was getting late in the afternoon, and we didn't want to lose any photo opportunities. This time we decided to check it out, and it was not very many miles off the main road.
When we arrived, we noticed the causeway leading to the small 125 acre island was posted as private property, so we went no farther. I did, however, grab the opportunity to reach for my "Mystery of Oak Island" quilt, and have my photo taken with it here. (I thought I grabbed the right quilt)
There are stories to tell....
Quilts are more than wall hangings , covers or blankets. They tell the story of the people, and the times in which they were made.
Quilting presents the opportunity for members to not only be creative, but to socialize with others who have the same interests. Quilts welcome a new baby into the world, and in some cases are put on display as its maker is made ready for the journey to cross over....
Quilts keep us warm on a chilly night and decorate our homes. Just as a child draws a picture, we make quilts. We are forever, that child within...
Quilting presents the opportunity for members to not only be creative, but to socialize with others who have the same interests. Quilts welcome a new baby into the world, and in some cases are put on display as its maker is made ready for the journey to cross over....
Quilts keep us warm on a chilly night and decorate our homes. Just as a child draws a picture, we make quilts. We are forever, that child within...
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