Quilts – A lost art that will keep you warm

Quilts … you don’t hear that word much any more. Why sew a quilt when they are on sale this week-end for 70% off! run – rush – trample – claw …
My Grandmother made quilts, ladies would come over to her house and sit and talk and sew. These were Pensylvania Dutch quilts. Bright colors, crazy patterns, tiny.. tint stiches that would never … ever come out.


Recently the ladies at my church returned to the art of quilting and they had a dedication of the quilts last Sunday. What a proud day, these quilts were going to be boxed up and sent to people that couldn’t afford to … COME ON OVER for the 70% off sale!!

You see, these were made by hand and the stitches … made by hand … had love built into every stitch. And that alone will keep you warm.

Memorial Day 2010 – Norwood MA – Busler

The Memorial Day celebration in Norwood MA is based around family – we remember the family that has died and those who are with us.

The parade which begins at 10:00AM is simple and not overly “military”. The cub scouts and girl scouts march, the fire fighters and police department honor guards, the Norwood High Marching Band, the Colonial Boys fife and drum band … and we honor the veterans, the retired and active duty

“Honor” is a good word for it too in my opinion. You see, we know everyone in a small community such as ours. The young soliders … marching in their uniforms were (it seems) just on the high school ice hockey team and here they are in miltary uniforms.

Memorial Day for the childern is a holiday, a day when Mommy and Daddy are home from work. But for some, we pause and remember the Mommies and Daddys that didn’t come home.

A Saling Baptism

I was asked to photograph the Baptism of our Pastor’s Grandson, so of course I jumped at the chance. What a happy day! I most enjoyed capturing a Mother’s tender love and a Father’s bursting pride

Pastor

My Father was a pastor, I never knew him, he died many months before I was born.

I was however surrounded by his memory. Actually it was more like a feeling. To this day I still feel that he is with me.
I have a certain comfort when I am around some pastors I have known. These are the people that don’t act as if they know God personally, because I certainly don’t.
A pastor is a human afterall, just like you and me.

I get photograph the pastor at my church quite often as I am photographing various events there. These are usually the ones where the children involved. I like photographing children, flowers and fruit … now there’s a great tag line!
and now here’s Pastor!