My father told me that his grandmother, Minnie, used to make quilts. They were not art, he assured me, just made up of snippets of old clothes , so as not to waste fabric and used to keep warm. He remembers one, he says, all in grays and blacks and plaids. Not art, he says, not meant to be beautiful. Sounds like beauty to me. Maybe even art...
Some pictures from our day in Greenport. Apparently the Brooklyn Cup is a race that has been suspended for a couple of decades and this year began again. The race course goes around Block I Island and back to Long Island -over night. I learned that a knot is fifteen percent faster than 'miles per hour".
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Marth, Love the photos of the sailboat race. THANK YOU! I have grown up on the Great Lakes and I never knew what a knot was until you posted this. I am the daughter of a sailor, and the great grand daughter of many who sailed the oceans back in the late 1800's and early 1900's. Special meaning to me. I see your boat photo and think of them. Thank you, enjoy your day off. Carla
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