Presley's Baptism

Last weekend my niece Presley was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  We all went to the baptism and it was wonderful.  Afterward we headed to the firehouse for a delicious dinner.  Here are all the Chappell kid cousins, minus Waylon, but since he is in high school now, it seems like he is one of the adults!  On top is Kaitlyn (Presley's friend), Taylor, Kelsey, and Presley.  On the bottom with silly faces are Brogan, Kendal, and Emmitt. 

My brother Glen took all the kids on a fire engine ride. They all thought is was the coolest thing ever!

Brogan was the cutest.  He is at the perfect age to truly appreciate a fire engine ride!

My brother Glen works for the USDA Forest Service as an Assistant Fire Management Officer.  He has worked for the Forest Service doing fire for 21 years I think.  WOW, that seems like a really long time.  Anyway, not only does he fight wildland and forest fires, he is also on the local fire department.  Fire is in that fella's blood.  Really, he lives for fire.  It makes him happy and he is good at it, so there is a perfect combination.
 

This picture was taken on their way back into the fire station  - all smiles and giggles!

Here is my sweet and wonderful brother in law Jared, little baby Brig, Emmitt, and Brogan.  What a handsome bunch of boys!  We are used to mostly girls in the family, so now that we are getting a few boys, it will turn from dress ups to Tonka trucks when we all get together.

The rest of the pictures are just silly ones.  I wanted my mom to take a few pictures of Tori, Glen, and me all together.  This is what happened.

Tori is reminding Glen how he used to spread his legs as wide as possible when we used to ride in the car together - all 3 of us in the back seat.  Tori and I used to get so mad at him for hogging all the room.  Funny how much we loved to bicker and torture each other back then!  It made my mom crazy.  I didn't think it was that big of a deal at the time (all the bickering) but now that I am a mom I realize how crazy it makes mothers to hear their kids quarreling!  My mom used to tell us when Mother's Day was coming up and we would ask her what she wanted "Just a day without you kids fighting."  I used to think that was the dumbest thing I had ever heard.  First of all, we were not "fighting", just arguing, and second of all, why not want a REAL present?  The older I get the more like my mother I become, and I that is seriously GROOVY, but I think that will also be my answer to my kids when they ask me what I want for Mother's Day!

Here we were comparing leg length.  Tori totally beat all of us, including my dad.  We were measuring the length of the femur, and Tori's is definitely the longest!

This is my sweet little family.  My parents, and my siblings (nice face Glen - screw up the whole picture would you!) and me.  I love them very much and I love it when we get to be together.  It was a fun day in South Central Utah with family to celebrate Presley's big day.

Boy I love a good Sunday morning!

Civil War soldier cot quilts - again!

 I had the opportunity to teach a class this year at the Utah Quilt Guild's Quiltfest a few weeks ago.  It was so much fun.  The theme for Quiltfest this year was A Symphony of Colors, so my class was titled Blue and Gray; The War of Colors Cot Quilt.  Of course I taught a fun civil war cot quilt pattern that can be found at http://www.patternsfromhistory.com/civil_war/cot_quilt.htm.  I had a few of our Utah Civil War Association guys come in and share some history with the class, as well as my friend Amanda, who played her hammer dulcimer for everyone.

 Jake, Scottie, and Jamin did a fantastic job talking about their weapons, their uniforms, civil war stories, and of course singing civil war songs while Amanda played her dulcimer.  Whenever the guys would stop to take a breath, the sewing ladies that took my class would tell them to tell another story.  There were not very many ladies that signed up for my class, but there were a ton of ladies that came in to visit and listen for awhile!

My class was 3 hours long, so we had tea, chatted with the ladies, listened to great period music, and of course listened to the fellas tell civil war stories while the ladies sewed up their civil war cot quilts.  It was a wonderful evening and the guys were so great to come and help me out.

I also started another civil war cot quilt a month or so ago. My friend Kaye Dawn Epps from our local quilt guild showed this quilt at our guild's Sew and Tell a few months ago and I loved loved loved it.  She made hers with modern red, white, green, and blue fabric and it turned out gorgeous!  The block pattern is called 'Kentucky Crossing' and is a fun period quilt block.  The pattern can be found at www.homeofthebravequilts.com and was written by Patricia and James Cummings.  It is a Sanitary Commission reproduction quilt pattern found at the A.K. Smiley Library, Lincoln Shrine in Redlands, CA.

So of course I used civil war reproduction fabrics for my quilt.  Most of the fabric I used was fabric that I like and just purchase over time, but some of it is made from leftovers of the civil war dresses I have made.  Emmitt loved seeing his dress fabric in the quilt.  He would point it out every time!  He also recognized Kendal's dress fabric, and my dress fabric.  I guess that is what the ladies would have done 150 years ago when they made quilts for their soldiers off at war.
 

The sashing and corner stones sure add to the layout.

I used two batts - one wool and one cotton.  I wanted to use period correct materials, and I wanted it to be warm, since it would really be used by a soldier when reenacting.  These pictures are horrible, but it was probably 2 am and natural lighting was non existent! 

I laid down the backing fabric, a pretty black floral civil war reproduction fabric, and taped it to the carpet.  Then I laid out the cotton batt and then the wool batting.  It was so so soft!

Then I laid the quilt top on the batting and got to pinning it together, starting in the center and working out to avoid any monster wrinkles.  After 250 pins, I was finished!

I placed the pins where I wanted to tie the quilt.  Since I would be tying it from the back, the pins made a perfect marker.  Many of the utilitarian quilts of the mid 1800s were tied on the back with a very small stitch that was almost unnoticeable on the front.  I used both a black and cream cotton string for tying; the black was used on the black cornerstones and colored fabric, while the cream was used on the cream sashing.  This made sure that the ties were not seen from the front, and made the back super fun!


Here is the finished quilt, hanging sideways, but complete.  It will hopefully keep a sweet Rebel soldier warm while out fighting The War of Northern Aggression! 

I also made this quilt for another soldier in the Utah Civil War Association.  He does mountain man rendezvous as well as civil war reenacting, so I made his quilt with homespun fabrics so it would be appropriate for both time periods.  It was also made with one cotton batt and one wool batt for super warmth!

Emmitt thought is was super snuggly!  He loves it when I lay quilts out, that is why I usually have to do it at night when the little man is having his sweet dreams.


So, that is what I have been up to lately.  Well, sort of.  The months of August and September were busy ones for me and I am looking forward to a nice carefree fall!

Quiltfest Quilt Show

I went to the Quiltfest quilt show the other day and just generally checked things out.  I am teaching a class at Quiltfest tonight and I had to scope it all out!  Quiltfest volunteers do a wonderful fundraiser where donated baskets are silent auctioned.  They are always so fun.  When I went to look at the baskets, this is the first one I looked at.  I loved it of course.  It is a Civil War basket, with a bunch of cw books, a bunch of already made civil war era quilt blocks, a darling doll holding a picture of old Abe, and a bunch more delicious civil war things inside!  I put in a silent auction bid of $50.00 and hung up a few of our signs (very sneaky!).  When I went back an hour later the bid had already gone up - dang it!

This is the basket I put together for the one our quilt guild donated.  The Quiltfest theme this year is A Symphony of Color.  The ladies from the Heber Valley Quilt Guild donated a fat quarter of fun colored fabric and a large Symphony candy bar.  I made color copies of the Symphony wrapper, and then Kelsey folded all the fat quarters up and pinned them inside the new wrappers.  I also saw a cute Mozart journal, so of course that needed to go in there too!  I wrapped it in the required cellophane and hopefully it will bring a little money to the Utah Quilt Guild's Quiltfest.  There ended up being 24 fat quarters and 18 candy bars.


Now here are just a few of my favorite quilts I liked at the quilt show - ENJOY!

Stars in the Garden by Judy Fitzgerald of Alpine, Utah

Feathered Stars by Gail Nye of Paris, Idaho

Autumn Convergence by Marsha Chappell of Loa, Utah

No Place Like Home by Xenia Stirland of Alpine, Utah

Here is a close up - I love love love the yo yos!  I can not imagine how many are appliqued onto that darling quilt, but more than I have ever made!

Stars of Glory by Allison Babcock of Santaquin, Utah

My sweet Emmitt being very sweet and patient in the stroller, even with the GROOVY carpet!



The Lincoln Quilt (a pattern by Cody Mazuran) made by Marilyn Toone of Farmington, Utah

sentimental

So when I was home over Labor Day Weekend for the best family reunion on the planet, I had a few sentimental moments with my camera.  Growing up at 199 East and being the furthest house East in town was seriously the sweetest deal.  The foothills were my playground, and the hill between my parents home and my grandparents' home was my yard - I knew it like the back of my hand.  Every rock worth knowing, every patch of Brigham Tea, every cactus that stuck out a little too far onto the trail, and every sage brush that scraped your hair as you ran by them.  It was wonderful.  I wish my kids could have the same childhood I had, but I know that will never happen.  Life has just changed too much in the last 30 years.  Anyway, here are a few pictures of my childhood.

Red ants

A crucial part of growing up in Lyman, Utah.  This picture was taken on the road to my parents house.  There were red ants everywhere.  My brother once found a monster ant hill on the hill and they found many parts of his body to nibble on.  My sister Tori once got an ant farm.  The black ants that came with it were amazing, but I must say that my quart jar home made ant farm with local red ants was awesome.  Until my brother put grasshoppers with missing legs in there -they was nasty!

Cactus

This is a picture of the hill taken from the road, yeah, nasty little patch!  Me and my cousins and neighbors learned to stay clear of them.

Oh, better shot of said hill and cactus.

The hill deserves its own sign.  My dad put this up sometime when I was in middle school.  It was funny.  This is on the road that leads to my parents' house.  My super funny sister decided in her 'mad at the world pre-teen stage' to add a few lines to the 'I' and make it say HELL.  I am not sure if she actually used black paint or just some black electricians tape, but it said HELL for a long time.  This sign is sentimental to me for some crazy reason.

This is the gate that separates my parents' road from my grandparents' yard.  It was always tied with twine - I remember orange twine when I was growing up and going through that gate 20 times a day during the summer.

These limbs are silver maple limbs.  I remember when my grandma planted this tree.  I was in my second year of college and thought I wanted to be a forest ranger.  I thought it was great that I knew the Latin name of the silver maple, Acer saccharinum.  My grandma was not so impressed.  

Crab apples

They are a sweet part of any reunion and all my cousins and uncles would agree.  There have been many a crab apple fight and they will always remind me of my grandma since she planted so many in her beautiful yard.

My grandma's broom could be found outside her front door hanging on two empty spools of thread.  I love it.  It makes me want to do that too.  Hey, maybe I will go hang some spools in my garage.

Snapdragons

My grandma kept an amazing yard and garden.  She made things grow that shouldn't have on that dry clay-soiled bench in Lyman.  She was truly a wonderful gardener and she always had snapdragons growing in the summer.  I learned that snapdragon flowers can be pulled off and made into little mouths when you squeeze their sides together on my grandma's front walk.

 

The shop

My grandma did upholstery work and she had 'the shop.'  She recovered many chairs and sofas for many of the folks in Wayne County for many years.  It was a forbidden place for us kids to go when we were little - maybe that is why I am fascinated with it.

Trough

Not much, just a watering trough, but when I was little it was the best place to get a drink in the summer when you were on my grandma's side of the hill.  It used to be a bathtub, that is so redneck now when I think about it, but that is just how it was then.  We used to play a game when I was around 11 years old called "reservoirs."  We would turn on the water, let it run until the trough ran over, and water would run all over the dirt between the tator pit and the road.  We would then turn it off and make streams, rivers, and reservoirs with the mud.  After our amazing systems were made, we would turn the water back on and see how long our dams would last until they overfilled and broke.  

Wow, where was my Nintendo DS?

Oh yeah, didn't have one!

This shed is full of my dad's old tractors now, but back in the day it was full of little stalls full of ewes and their baby lambs.  I remember my dad telling me he would pierce my ears for me for free when he ear tagged the sheep.  I knew he was just teasing, as usual, but still the thought of it made me nervous!  I loved watching my dad and grandpa dipping the brands into the red paint and marking the sheep.  I loved that the metal brands looked backwards going on, but by some wondrous miracle, the numbers always came out the right way!

The scene of the near death experience for my five year old self.  My dad was my hero! He gave that onery old buck a whoopin after it rammed me into the fence.  I thought I would be trampled and die a horrible death, but I am sure it was just a stiff nudge!

The chicken coop

My grandpa and grandma had chickens and here is the latch to another off limits place for us little grandkids.

The latch was up high so us little ones could not reach it and let the egg layers out.  I remember going in there with either my grandpa or grandma to gather eggs just a few times.  It was a magical, dusty, smelly place to me where I expected to find a golden egg.  My parents had grandparents had a sweet trade - my grandpa would bring over a dozen eggs tucked under his arm and would take back a gallon of milk that my brother milked from our cow.  Good trade.  I can still picture my grandpa walking up the dirt road with his cane in one hand and the eggs under the other arm.  How sweet.

Twine

I just loved the look of this everyday sight - the old barrel full of twine in the stack yard.

Black electrical tape

I love that the pitchfork is repaired with black electrical tape.  Since my dad is a lineman and just a Mr fix or make anything guy, we always had black electricians tape laying around.  It was used to fix just about everything.  I have currently a shovel that my dad gave me and the handle is loving embraced with black electrical tape!

The old brooder

The brooder used to live here in this empty spot next to the corrals.  When I lived there, it was never used as a brooder for chickens, but as a saddle shed and storage shed.  I grew up knowing it was 'the brooder' but I never knew what a brooder was until I was in high school.  I thought brooder was a fancy name for saddle shed!  The brooder was torn down quite awhile ago, maybe 10 years ago, but I bet longer.  I am pretty sure I learned a few cuss words in the brooder, just so you know.  

This gate separated my grandparents' property from Wendell's property.  One year Wendell had the biggest, meanest bull any of us had ever seen.  We used to sneak around this fence and look at that big old boy, then dare each other to get closer and closer!  This gate was a magical gate, and of course off limits!

I stood right by where the brooder used to stand when I took this picture.  It is of the road obviously, but it is a special road.  It is the road that my cousins and I used to race our horses down on our way back home after a fun ride.  All of our horses knew this was the racing road and they knew as soon as we turned the corner up by the Vandyke's that they should get to going.  One time Roxy (my horse) was trying really hard to beat Mitzi (my cousins' horse) and just went full throttle to the end of the road.  I thought she was going to run straight into the brooder's front door she was so intent on keeping up her momentum.  She stopped so quickly right in front of the brooder I am pretty sure I went over her head and onto the dirt.  Mitzi always won.

The Dodge

This is my dad's old dodge truck.  I can not remember what year it is, but he loves it.  One day when I was 14 or 15 we were down at the field doing chores.  My dad let me drive home, about 2 or 3 miles maybe.  I pulled up to the gate which was only half way open and I stopped so my dad could get out and open the gate.  I was happy with my clutching abilities!  My dad told me to just keep driving and we had a bit of an argument about me driving through that sweet little hole in the gate.  I told him I couldn't fit and he said I could.  I was a stubborn 14 year old so I thought I would show him and so I drove - right into the railroad tie fence post.  My dad said a word I had only heard a few naughty boys at school say, and I didn't know my dad even knew that word!  I was shocked -by the impact and the fact that my dad knew that word and said it!  I have since enjoyed knowing my father as an adult and knowing that he does know those words!

The pig

There is a propane tank behind the gardening shed in my grandma's yard.  The one I used to play on is not this one, it was much smaller, but it is in the same place.  My cousins and I used to climb on it and pretend to ride the pig.  It was a pig because it had a little circle-thingy on one end that was called the pig's tail.  I am not sure how many we used to fit on there, but I remember having a good time hidden in the lilac shrubs playing on the pig.  Oh, and the compost pile was on the other side of the fence - awesome!  Lots of memories there too.

The stairs

I remember when these stairs up onto the hill were made, the cinder block retaining wall, and the sidewalk cement poured.  I thought it was the perfect little shady, romantic place to sit when I was little.  My cousin's daughter Bella was sitting here and so I had to take a picture.  It was so darling.  

The storeroom

The coolest place to play when you were a big kid was on top of the storeroom.  It was built into the clay hill.  You had to be big to climb up there, and also to have the guts to stand on the edge and taunt all the little kids that you were up there and they were not.  It was a great day when it was my turn to be a big kid and get up there.  I remember the tickle in my belly as I looked down on the rest of the world, and all the little kids.  I think I remember the boys having peeing contests off of there too!

My Emmitt on the magical stairs covered in the white clay dust of the hill, nice and dirty.  What a good time we had at the reunion.  I think my kids enjoy it as much as I want them to.  I took a ton of pictures, with lots of volleyball and the whole gang.  If you can make the link work, it takes you to my facebook photo album of the 2011 family reunion.

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