7 April

The Old Quilt Becomes A Frozen Sculpture

by Jon Katz
The Old Quilt And The Frozen Wind

A friend gave Maria an old quilt a couple of years ago, and Maria washed it this week and put it out on the line to dry. The next morning, a huge storm swept through her and it brought intense winds on and off for two days. The quilt, already wet, stayed out on the line to dry.

This morning, when we went out to feed the animals, Maria noticed this odd and colorful lump up on the roof. It took her a minute to realize i was her beautiful old quilt, which she had just hung out on the line.

The wind had blown the quilt off the back yard clothesline, over the top of the roof and down the other side, where it caught on some slate and froze.

Lord, I thought who can we call to get the old quilt down.

I was astonished, and wasn’t sure what to do, Maria, my Willa Cather girl, just went into the barn and pulled out a big ladder and climbed up and got it.

Maria was delighted, as only an artist would be. She was up on the roof in second, and put the old quilt in the yard so the morning sun might that it out. This is a video, she said, and went to work.

“A sculpture,” she said, immediately pondering how she could make some of her quilts stand up in shaped forms. I felt bad about the old quilt sitting frozen out there in the yard, Maria danced around, taking photos and videos, thinking about she might do fiber sculptures if she could shape them.

As the sun rose, the old quilt began to thaw, and it bothered me, seeing it out there.

I lobbied to bring the poor thing inside, I had emotionalized the quilt, perhaps, I said, we’ve been together for too long. It was kind of striking to see, Fate growled at it stayed away.

The old quilt is no thawing out in the bathtub. I am grateful to be living here, you really get to consider life and what it means.

I asked Maria what will become of the quilt now. She didn’t blink. “I’ll probably cut it up,” she said, meaning it would be born again as a potholder, quilt or hanging piece.  I did feel a twinge hearing that, the old quilt is very beautiful and has had a long life. How odd that I should feel this way about a quilt.

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This morning, my writing class at the farmhouse, then we are planning a run night excursion to somewhere close by. We just need to get out of the house for a few hours, or a night. More later.

5 Comments

  1. Jon, this is a great picture! Would be great for your photo gallery, along with the pictures of Flo. Linda Russell, Volo, IL

  2. I have no idea why, but something about this beautiful scene with the old quilt made me think of the Little House on the Prairie series. Perhaps stepping back in time to a simpler lifestyle. I can almost visualize this wonderful old quilt warming those who may have used it on a cold winter day. Thanks for the inspiring photos.

  3. As a semi new quilter and a lover of all things farm and ranch life (without the benefit of having experienced that lifestyle), I feel a sadness for your ‘old quilt’. Also love the pictures of the property around your home, it is lovely!
    Thank you for sharing!

    1. Thanks Susan, I felt ridiculous feeling empathy for a quilt but I am glad someone felt the same thing.

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