Some Christmas Quilts

The first Christmas quilt I made used poinsettia florals on black. I made Sawtooth Star and Christmas Tree blocks. A revised version of the tree blocks was published in the November/December 1994 issue of Quitmaker magazine.

This pattern is found in Handkerchief Quilts by Sharon Newman. 

After I taught myself embroidery I made this 12 Days of Christmas by Betty Alderman. It was not easy doing all those little men in the last block!

This Christmas Tree quilt was a kit quilt my husband saw in a quilt shop and really loved. It is made of small squares that had to be fussy placed. It usually hangs in his office.

The first quilt guild I joined was Patches and Pieces in Jackson, MI. They had a fabric exchange of Christmas fabrics and the following year a Christmas poem printed on fabric was given out for a quilt challenge. The pattern was found in a magazine. I used the exchange fabrics.

Not truly a Christmas quilt, but this star often is on my wall during Advent. The pattern was from Eleanor Burns and I made it in a class at Country Stitches in East Lansing, MI. It was one of the few quilt shop classes I have taken.

 I found this great little pattern on eBay and made two versions.

 

I have used this pattern for a stained glass look quilt several times, once in dark blue for church Advent paraments and this one which I donated to a church bazaar. I think of it as an Advent theme.

I was learning how to use metallic threads when I made this little quilt, which I thought of as and Advent quilt. To me it is about the Light coming into the world. 

I have been lax about updating the quilts hanging in the house. I think this week I will be taking out some Christmas quilts and start decorating the house. 

Stoner

Stoner by John Edward Williams

"From the earliest time he could remember, William Stoner had his duties..At seventeen his shoulders were already beginning to stoop beneath the weight of his occupation."

William Stoner was the son of Missouri farm folk, quiet, hard-working people. Their only child grew up lonely and isolated in the depressed house.

Their lives had been expended in cheerless labor, their wills broken, their intelligences numbed.

Then one day his father makes the only speech of his life. He tells William that he wants him to attend the University to learn modern farming methods in hopes of reviving the farm, with the expectation of a better life for the family.

"He did his work at the University as he did his work on the farm--thoroughly, conscientiously, with neither pleasure nor distress."

In his first literature class in college, Stoner is confronted by a question he had never considered before. "What does it mean?" Professor Sloane asks after reading a Shakespeare sonnet.

"This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong/To love that well thou must leave ere long."

Stoner has an epiphany. He drops his agricultural science courses and takes up literature. He applies himself with a passion he had never before known. In his senior year Professor Sloane summons Stoner to his office and asks what his plans are.

"But don't you know, Mr. Stoner?" Sloan asked. "Don't you understand about yourself yet? you're going to be a teacher."

Stoner is offered a teaching position while working for his Master of Arts degree. He spends his entire academic and work career at the University.

Stoner struggles to voice the feeling he experiences with literature until he can finally answer Sloane's question of "What does it mean?" He is able to eventually share his passion with his students, and becomes a good teacher. But he struggles to find meaning in his personal life, which is a failure, as is his professional political life in the University hierarchy. At the height of his career, because of his integrity and high regard for education, he crosses the department head and a one way feud ensues. His upper level courses are taken away and he is given an untenable schedule of freshman English classes.

Through it all he continued to teach and study, though he sometimes felt that he hunched his back futilely against the driving storm and cupped his hands uselessly around the dim flicker of his last poor match.


Stoner finds joy in little pockets of his life: the first years of his daughter's life, before his wife separated them in her vengeful hatred of the man whose only fault was that he loved her and wanted her physically. He finds passionate love in middle age with an instructor, but when discovered by the department chair they must separate.

As Stoner faces death, he confronts the meaning of his life.

He had dreamed of a kind of integrity, of a kind of purity that was entire; he had found compromise and the assaulting diversion of triviality.

Stoner is a book about work. It is about ideals. It is about love. It is like the movie "Mr. Holland's Opus" without the happy ending of public acclaim. William Stoner, in the end, provides his own happy ending, accepting the reality of his life with joy.

This is a beautifully written book, a moving portrait of Everyman. I only discovered it when it was offered on an Amazon daily kindle deal. I can't believe I had never heard of it before! Stoner is a treasure, and I know I will read it again.

Researching Helen's Diary on Ancestry.com and Other Online Resources

I have been busy with my research on Helen Korngold's 1919 diary. It is amazing how much I can find on ancestry.com, and in Goggle books and the Hathi Trust Digital Library, the online collections of the St. Louis Public Library and the Missouri Historical Museum, university online collections, and Fulton Postcards' wonderful collection of historic New York State newspapers. I am amazed that I can discover the identity of a person with so little information. Sometimes intuition and guess work leads me in the right direction. Rarely do I come up empty handed, and that is usually because there are too many people with the same name on the census or because I do not have an idea of residency.

I have discovered that ancestry's collection of city directories is priceless to my research. For instance, yesterday I was looking into her comment about Mr. Bush coming into her classroom when she was student teaching at Wellston High School. Since I am not a St. Louis native, nor have I even visited the city, I have no prior knowledge about anything regarding St. Louis.

I searched for Bush on the St. Louis City Directories, focused on the years closest to 1919, and then had to find the Bush who was a teacher or principle. And sure enough, I found Ernest F. Bush on the 1917 city directory, principle of  Wellston H.S. it turns out he was the founder and principle of the high school for 34 years! From there I could look into the census and even school yearbooks, where I found a memorial in the 1940 Wellston yearbook, including his photograph.

A poignant moment came when I looked at the April 9, 1940 St. Louis Census. Principle Bush gave his employment as a superintendent in the public school system, although it was then crossed off. At age 73 he clung to that achievement with pride and it still gave him his identity. He died a few months later on July 17, 1940.

Another example is Helen's comment that Florence F. "just naturally tries to bully everyone" on the basketball team. I looked into ancestry.com, the Washington University yearbooks available on Hathi Trust, and the Goggle book 1919-1920 Washington University Bulletin, which lists the graduating classes. I found Florence Funston Forbes in the 1916 W.U. freshman class and that she graduated in 1922. She was active in sports, including Varsity basketball, so I knew it had to be Helen's teammate. Florence had a family tree on ancestry, which I coordinated with the documents I found on ancestry.com. And I ended up with a complete bio on Florence!

Florence was the daughter of the beautiful Hortense Funsten who married Arthur Henry Forbes in 1897. Florence was born on October 26, 1898. Her father died on April 19, 1899 in Waco, TX.  The coroner’s death certificate lists the cause of death as “La Grippe.” Florence and her mother moved in with her maternal grandparents Robert Emmett Funsten (12/10/1851 in VA to 1927 in St. Louis) and Charlotte Elizabeth Cook (6-1852 in VA to 9/1922 in St. Louis). And they happened to be rich, as Robert was President of Webster Groves Dried Fruit Company.

In 1905 Hortense married author Herbert Durand, born 1858 in New York, who was a famous author of nature guides and travel books. He was also active in nature preservation. In 1906 Hortense and Herbert had a son Eugene Funsten Durand. They were wealthy enough that the 1940 New York State Census shows they had a butler and a cook. Hortense died in 1950.

Florence traveled with her mother and step-father numerous times. A December 12, 1922 passport application shows Florence was 24 years old, 5’ 6 ½” tall, with a low forehead, grey/blue eyes, short retrousse nose, medium mouth, round chin and face, and had light brown hair. Florence reported no occupation. She was born at St. Louis on October 26, 1898. She reported her father Arthur Henry Forbes was diseased. She had resided at the Graniston Hotel in Bronxville, NY. She was going to Italy, Egypt, Portugal, the British Isles, France, Spain, Constantinople and Morocco, leaving from the port of New York on the S.S. Empress of Scotland on February 3.

Florence’s grandfather Arthur Page Forbes also appears in the Book of St. Louisians. He was born in 1840 in Illinois, and moved with his family to St. Louis in 1846. His father moved to Massachusetts in 1852 and served in the Civil War. In 1866 he returned to St. Louis with his family and in 1867 joined Forbes Bros and White tea dealers. In 1869 he married Theresa James and they had a daughter Alice Eliza who in 1869 married William Fitzhugh Funsten, born in Virginia in 1855 and owner of Funsten & Co. Furs. Their children included Kenneth Mead, Florence, and Arthur Forbes Funsten, who was father to Mary James, Arthur Henry (father of Florence), Helen Francis, Ruth Rogers and Florence Theresa born in 1874.

The family appears in The Ancestors and Descendents of Colonel David Funsten and his wife Susan Everad Meade.

I have 32 pages of notes on the people, places, and events in Helen's diary! I have further notes on her university, the Jefferson Barracks which was the main induction center during WWI, the Jewish population of St. Louis, and of course there is Helen's family tree.

I need to learn a lot more about her husband, Dr. Fritz Herzog, who left his studies in Berlin to come to the U.S., received his education at Columbia, taught at Cornell then at Michigan State, and was on loan to Washington University and U.of Michigan. The Michigan State notice for the annual Herzog Prize included his photograph! The latest find is that Helen's brother's daughter moved to Michigan and that his great-grandchildren may be alive and living in Metro Detroit! 

I found Helen's diary shortly after Fritz's death in 2001. It is pure chance and curiosity that made me pick it up. And that I could at that moment afford the $15 to purchase the diary is another pure miracle. or perhaps, Helen choose me to keep her memory and name alive. For I heard her voice with her first entry: "Rise 11:30 AM! Oh, such a spiffy time last night: a regular N. Y. Eve. All dolled up in a satin clown suit. E.E. proposed--tough luck!" And she has been with me ever since.

Old Fulton NY Postcards: http://fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html

Hathi Trust Digital Library: http://www.hathitrust.org/
Helen Korngold Family Tree: http://trees.ancestry.com/tree/21628010/family

More Black and White Early 20th c. Illustrations

The first three illustrations are from an 1930s magazine for elementary school teachers.

And the next are from a 1930s song book.

Reuben and Rachel

Let Me Call You Sweetheart

I never went to camp, so when I was involved with youth work and finally went to camp I learned a whole lot of songs. This was one of the songs I learned. Pure nonsense! Pure fun! But not politically correct by today's standards.

And here is Old King Cole...before he threw them out the window!

Sunbonnet Sue and Friends: Black and White Illustrations from Music Books

This Sunbonnet Sue is from an Etude Magazine. She has an ingenious ironing board, literally a board suspended by two chairs. The following were illustrations in an early 20th c children's piano book.

One Patch Quilt

I found this many years ago in an antique mall outside of Lansing, MI for $20 or less. Simple, but it is fun to look at the fabrics. The fabrics were in good shape, but I did have to replace some fabrics which had rotted. I appliqued a fabric square over the original fabric. The quilt was not stained, so it was in pretty good shape for being so cheap. The batting is quite heavy and bulky, and makes the fan quilting stand out more.

In the photo below the purple colored blocks is new fabric appliqued over the rotted blocks. You can tell because they are not quilted.