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He posed for us, wearing the stickers he got at school for being the birthday boy and his classroom's Star of the Week.
Too much excitement! After they went home, I went back to the sewing room.
It's always fun to get out a new color of scraps at the beginning of the month. I can't wait to see what everyone else is making.
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And now, just a few words about quilts and politics. Feel free to skip, I won't mind.
Today I spent some time watching the funeral of the Reverend Jesse Jackson on television. It was sad to see the passing of such an important Civil Rights leader, but heartening to see and hear how many people were inspired by him to continue his work, including three presidents and a vice president.
He was familiar with quilts in his own background. In two of his most famous speeches, he spoke about quilts as a metaphor for our country.
In 1984, in his speech at the Democratic Convention, he said:
"America is not like a blanket - one piece of unbroken cloth, the same color, the same texture, the same size. America is more like a quilt - many patches, many pieces, many colors, many sizes, all woven and held together by a common thread. The white, the Hispanic, the black, the Arab, the Jew, the woman, the native American, the small farmer, the businessperson, the environmentalist, the peace activist, the young, the old, the lesbian, the gay and the disabled make up the American quilt."
Four year later, he again referenced quilting, with an example from his own life, as he emphasized finding common ground with each other.
"America is not a blanket woven from one thread, one color, one cloth. When I was a child growing up in Greenville, South Carolina my grandmama could not afford a blanket, she didn't complain and we did not freeze. Instead she took pieces of old cloth - patches, wool, silk, gabardine, crockersack - only patches, barely good enough to wipe off your shoes with. But they didn't stay that way very long. With sturdy hands and a strong cord, she sewed them together into a quilt, a thing of beauty and power and culture."
[By the way, crockersack refers to a burlap bag.]
Later in the speech he said:
"Be as wise as my grandmama. Pull the patches and the pieces together, bound by a common thread. When we form a great quilt of unity and common ground, we'll have the power to bring about health care and housing and jobs and education and hope to our Nation."
I remember these uplifting speeches, and of course I loved the mention of quilts. I also love the hope that we can find common ground with each other.
We are more alike than we are unalike.


















































