March 21, 2014

Change is a funny thing. ...I’m thinking about this as I fly to NY for the 6th time in as many months. I’m on my way to a Long Island estate where I repair rugs in the largest collection of hooked rugs I’ve seen outside of a museum.  I never thought I’d enjoy traveling for work, but not only do I enjoy the repairing- even though I spend a great deal of time sitting on the floor with a rug in my lap- I enjoy the disruption in my usual routines at home. Being a creature who loves home, habit, and routine, I find this quite surprising, but I’m glad I kept my mind open to change. 

Here are a few more pictures of rugs I’ve come to know... and love.

  

                

My daughter, Mariah, came with me last month to help with a particularly big project.

 

This, my 60th year, seems to be a time filled with change in my personal life and my business.  My three daughters and two sisters are now much more involved with my business which is such a blessing, but also somewhat challenging. Family relationships take on a new twist! I deeply appreciate the energy and enthusiasm they bring, but with new people, come new ideas and... yes, change.  My shop in Montpelier is  slowly taking on a new look. We are implementing a new Point-of-Sale System, a new accounting system, and we’re even discussing some physical re-arrangement in our store space. Challenging, but in the long run, these changes should free-up some time for me. 

Last Sunday, March 16th, my family gathered in New Hampshire to celebrate my Dad’s 90th birthday. Adaptable is not a word I would have used to describe Dad, and yet, he’s made some major life changes over the past few years, and done it with grace and good nature. To make changes is a scary thing, and most people would agree that we resist as long as possible. In the long run, though, I’ve learned that keeping an open mind- and an open heart- to the possibilities of change has led to some wonderful experiences. 

                                                                          The Ashworth Clan, 3/16/2014

March 11, 2014

For the last couple of days I’ve been hearing about this big snow storm that’s coming tomorrow, so I turned on the Weather Channel  this morning for more detail about just how much snow we’re in for. What caught my attention, though, was a historical piece about a New England snow storm in 1888, and it sent me in search of Great Aunt Mari’s diaries…

I’ve been fascinated with history, and genealogy in particular, for a long time. My previous husband, Clint, and I researched his side of the family and learned quite a bit about people who lived in the 17^th, 18^th, and 19^th centuries. We traveled all over New England and some of our most memorable times together were in cemeteries, historical libraries, town halls, and book shops.  We were blessed with an introduction to many of his 19^th century ancestors through diaries left by his Great Aunt Mariah Putnam, who was born in the early part of the 1800’s and died in 1923. Great Aunt Mari lived all her life in Concord, New Hampshire. She was a ‘spinster’, but much loved by her siblings’ families and an integral part of her sister, Alma Fellows’ family of 14 children. The diaries span 50 years, although about half of the books were lost as they were passed down the generations. Aunt Mari faithfully wrote each evening about her day. With our modern eyes, we might think that much of what she wrote was quite trivial, but I’ve enjoyed reading- and imagining- what her days were actually like. What she chose to write, her turn of phrase, and her spelling add to my mental picture of her. Sundays she went to church, but not just one specific denomination. She and her female family-members chose the church that advertised the most interesting speaker. On Mondays, Aunt Mari washed clothes; Tuesdays were for ironing those clean clothes; and other days she wrote about household chores such as “washin up the kitchen flour” (sic).  We surmised she meant floor. Spelling wasn’t standardized until sometime into the early (mid?) 1900’s. Clint and I spent one whole winter reading these wonderful diaries before bed each night, and when our youngest daughter was born that spring, we knew without a doubt that her name must be Mariah… Mariah Fellows Krauss.

I listened to the weatherman this morning telling the story of the ‘Great Storm of March 11, 1888’ and I wondered if Aunt Mari had written anything in her 1888 diary. As I mentioned, some of the diaries were lost over time, so I approached the shelves where I keep the diaries, fearing I might not find that year.

 

 

Mariah Putnam’s diary. The white label on the cover was attached later and says 1888

 

But yes! I gently thumbed through the pages of the small, leather-bound book until I found March 11^th. She writes that it’s a dull day and talks about eating oysters for breakfast with her niece, Flora, then going to church with her niece, Augusta.  “I went in Alma’s. Albert thinks he is some better.”  Another niece, Ellen, came in to help Aunt Mari try on a dress and they, along with Flora, and “Gusta”, went to church in the evening.  Nothing about snow, though.

 Monday, the 12^th- “Washed this morning before I came to the shop. Flora and I ate breakfast. It snows this morning…” (Aha!) “The forenoon after dinner I went down to Emmas, it snowed very fast. I stoped  (sic) one hour & when I went home it was wretched walking. I had to change all my clothes.”

 March 13^th- “A very snowy morn. 2 ft of snow. (she wrote 30 in. above the 2 ft) Snow fell blocking up everything. I remained at home this forenoon. I shoveled path & etc.” She says several nieces and a nephew came in, then nephew, Fred, took her to the shop to work. Aunt Mari worked at the Concord Coach Company where she stitched seat covers.  “this aft. It is squarly (squally?), the wind blows hard. Quite cold.” She says that night she played cards with several nieces and nephews. No more mention about the storm on the 14^th. She went to the shop as usual in the morning, ate her dinner (lunch), and a man fixed her stitching machine. “I went home & got my supper of potatoes ham & eggs. Done up the work.  I got my clothes in & Flora came & we retired.”

 

Here are a few photos I found on the Internet, taken after the Great Blizzard of 1888.

 

       

 

 





 

 

Sunday, March 2, 2014

It’s been such a frigid, snowy, icy winter that to have a day like yesterday in my shop was heavenly. 12 or more rug hookers gathered for our monthly Shop Hook-In to share friendship, some creative inspiration, and even a bit laughter. Quite a few customers stopped by, too, and several lamented that they hadn’t brought their hooking to join the fun. 

 

 I want to say a special thanks to all our wonderful rug hooking friends for such a great day. The warmth I felt from yesterday will hold me until our next Hook-In, Saturday, April 5th from 1-5. With any luck the weather will co-operate, and maybe we’ll even be seeing signs of spring!