September 18th is a day that I never forget. Eleven years ago my mom (Doreen Speckmann) died suddenly in Killarney, Ireland. She was a professional quiltmaker, teacher, lecturer, author, fabric designer, tour leader, garden lover, and all around hilarious amazing person. Cross Street Pasture is my favorite quilt she ever made.
Yes, that’s me with the freaky looking bangs . After a few years of using a rope to lower the lawn mower down the steep hill, my dad built these terraces. Cross Street Pasture was inspired by the Woody Jackson cows and terraces full of flowers. I spent many happy hours dutifully deadheading and playing with plants in these terraces.
Here’s another shot of the cutest house on the block in Madison, Wisconsin.
I’m not sure what the name of this beauty is, but I love it. There’s a great quote from my mom’s book Pattern Play about color that translates to gardening, “You can put almost any fabrics together in a quilt if you can find a bridge or connector. That fabric makes the transition seem normal and natural.”
My mom traveled to France often, and fell in love with the fabric of Provence. Those cute little chicken like guys are pincushions. I’m hoping one day I’ll have my own flock of real hens.
The kind people at the World Wide Quilting Page put together a forum shortly after my mom passed away, where hundreds of fellow quilters and friends posted their memories. The folks at Quiltart also posted the article from her 20 year retrospective show in Flint, Michigan. I’m going to leave you with one of her favorite quotes, “Life’s a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death.” -Auntie Mame