Our community holds the title of “Corn Capital”. We have been enjoying local corn since the beginning of July. I take it for granted that we will have an endless supply of fresh corn, picked daily throughout the summer. We even have the convenience of a corn barn drive through. You don’t even need to get out of your vehicle to purchase fresh corn for supper!

Believe it or not, I have a corn quilt. I made this table runner in 2002 for the Fall Fair and Corn Festival quilt challenge. We were supposed to make a quilt that featured the theme colours of the fair –yellow and green.
My piece placed second. I love this table runner. It lives in my living room on top of the piano. When I look at it, I am reminded of corn in summer….yum-yum!
This is a rare quilt picture–it has me in it. Usually I am behind the camera with my helpers holding the quilts. The photographer this time was my daughter, Dana.
Author Archives: Norma Hanson
New Iron – Again!

My non-quilting friends and relatives think I am crazy when I write about the purchase of a new iron. However, a quilter without an iron is like a fisherman without a rod, a carpenter without a hammer, an accountant without a pencil, … you get the picture. A good reliable iron is one of the most important tools a quilter can have.
Tuesday night, I was in the middle of piecing a large backing when my iron quit. The iron I had was not old–it was only purchased April 15, 2006. Many things don’t last like they unused too–but to think that an iron’s useful life is only 4 months is a little ridiculous!
I purchased my new iron at London Drugs. I would highly recommend this iron. It has a detachable water reservoir so you can fill it with water right at the sink–no more puddles on the floor. I have never seen an iron produce more steam than this one. This iron has the longest cord of any iron I have ever owned–I can plug it into a centrally located outlet and go all over the room with it–well almost. The best feature of all is that I can disable the auto shut off! I was so annoyed by my last iron turning itself off every few minutes. They call this the crafter’s setting and it is perfect for piecing. If you are looking for a new iron purchase, have a look at this iron from Conair. 
The Creative Spirit in my Background
When I am asked if there were any other quilters in my family, I don’t hesitate to answer, “yes”. both my grandmothers were quilters to some extent. This is a picture of my maternal grandmother. If she was still alive, today would have been her 94th birthday.
My grandmother was born at home in the Dalesboro District of southeastern Saskatchewan on August 22, 1912. She died June 30, 1985.
She was a teacher for 29 years. This photo was taken while she was attending Normal School – before she married my grandfather. Her first teaching assignment was at Clearfield, Saskatchewan in March 1932. It was a one room schoolhouse teaching 14 pupils ranging from grades 1 to 8. Her annual salary that first year was $450. The school board presented her with two choices for room and board, the first with the Jensons and the second with the Blackwells. “Mr. Jenson got a good saddle horse if you prefer to ride. They also have an organ and radio while Blackwells do not.” “There is a janitor to build the fire in the mornings, dust and sweep so it should be warm when you get there in the morning.” What different times they were in 1932!
My grandmother could be described as artistic and musical. These are traits have been passed through the generations to my children. My grandmother loved to share her love of music with others including her pupils. My mother, my son, my daughter, and myself all can play the piano to some extend.
My grandmother was also very artistic and encouraged her grandchildren to develop their artistic side in what ever craft that interested them. My grandmother taught me to knit, to sew, and encouraged me to draw. When I decided that I wanted to make an “art gallery” of all my drawings, she was the one who helped me fasten the pictures to the wall in the stairwell of her house. When I spent time with her in the summer, we went shopping to craft stores where she introduced me to cross stitch and needlepoint. I had free reign of her fabric scraps and learned to sew on her Singer sewing machine–the one that I own to this day.
My grandmother put her family first and seemed to know when we needed her close. When I was older and left home to attend college some 1,000 miles from home, she and my grandfather came to the same town as the college to stay in a motel room to be near me for a month in the winter.
Although, my grandmother did not quilt much when I was around, there is one remaining quilt that demonstrate her talent. She was not an intricate piecer, but a thrifty quilter, using up bits of what was left after making clothes. This is the type of quilter that I like to refer to as a traditional quilter. The quilt below is a quilt that presently lives with my brother–in his private collection. It is made from squares of Fortrel (100% polyester) and is tied. This is not a quilt that you will see displayed at any of the big quilt shows, but is a demonstration of grass roots quilting – making do with what you have.

I have been going to garage sales in the last few years looking for bits of Fortrel that might still be around in other sewers’ collections. When I have enough variety, I will duplicate this quilt in the same manner that my grandmother made this original one.
This is a picture of my grandparents–taken in the early eighties. It is the last formal photo of my grandparents that was taken before my grandmother died. My aunt and I have estimated this photo to be taken in between 1981 and 1984. Update: My cousin Darrin has just seen this post and confirms that the picture was taken in 1984. Great memory, Darrin!
I often credit my grandmother with me developing into the person that I am today. She may have passed away over two decades ago, but her influence on me is as strong today as it was 21 years ago. I will never forget the life lessons learned by just being around my grandmother and listening to what she had to say. My grandmother was a Christian, knew what she wanted, had a strong opinion, was fair and honest. She was a promoter of women’s lib before it was fashionable to do so. My grandmother believed in me and encouraged me to do anything I wanted to do. My grandmother was the strongest role model in my life to date.
Gone yet not forgotten,
Shopping Day for the Quilters
Today was a quilt-related shopping day. I guess I should invoke the “I am on a holiday” or “fabric emergency” excuses so the fabric purchases made are guilt free.
Four of us headed south to Bellingham and Lyden for the day. The only fabric purchases I made were 3 yards of a yellow-green fabric that matches some pumpkin fabric I bought last year after the shop put it on sale after Halloween. This qualifies as an “emergency” purchase because without this fabric, I could never complete a quilt from that pumpkin fabric. I also bought some 120″ wide muslin and a brown/green leaf print to be used as backings. These could also be emergency purchases as without them, my flimsies will never become finished quilts.
I was on an annual leave today from work so I was technically on holiday. If I am on a holiday I am allowed to purchase fabric as a souvenir, right? Either way, fabric emergency or on a holiday, these purchases were “calorie free”.
After lunch at the Olive Garden, we headed north to three quilt shops in Lynden. At Tangled Threads, I found the BQ pattern that I had been looking for and an interesting log cabin / pumpkin table runner pattern.
Today was a wonderful day spent shopping with fellow quilters. Although I technically slipped and purchase fabric, I did not purchase any fabrics on speculation. No fabrics came home with me to merely join the existing stash in the studio. All fabric purchases have a specific and intended purpose. Once in a while, everyone on a diet slips and indulges themselves, right? 
Chickens in the Kitchen

This is a picture of my chicken collection–or at least the part located in the kitchen. I have been collecting chickens for years. They used to all live in the kitchen, but now because of over crowding, they have spread their wings to other parts of the house!
I spent a few hours last night washing, dusting and rearranging them. You can see where there is a coffee mug missing–that one was not in the picture because it was already in use–for my morning coffee.
These are some closeups.

So how does this post connect to quilts? Below is a picture of a quilt hanger featuring a chicken (of course) that hangs in the kitchen. The quilt on the hanger was part of my Certo Jam entry to our local fall fair in 2004.
This is a closeup of the fabric–pears and blue fabric with dark spots that I like to think are blueberries. The jams that I entered into the contest were pear jam and blueberry jam.

You might ask why put a quilt with a jam entry. The story starts some years prior when I decided I wanted to enter some of my jam in the fair. There was a special category for the best Jam that was sponsored by Certo. I also wanted to enter the category sponsored by Kellogg that was for the best decorated Rice Krispie squares.
I decided that I would cut my Rice Krispie squares in the shape of rectangles and I would wind licorice ropes around them to make them look like bales of hay. Well you can’t display bales of hay on a plate, so my husband came up with the idea of putting my Rice Krispie hay bales on a hay wagon. My husband made the cutest little hay wagon from leftover pieces of wood and used my son’s mechano set for the wheels .
When it was time to take the entries to the fair, I discovered that I had forgotten to actually enter the Rice Krispie category. However, I did remember to enter the Certo jam class. I didn’t want my husband to be offended because I didn’t use the wagon he made, so my mother suggested that I display my jam on the back of the wagon.
Our parade each year usually includes local organizations using hay wagons as the base to their floats so I decided that I would make the hay wagon into a Certo jam float like you might see in the parade. Every other entry was rather plain in that they just entered their two jars of jam. I won that year – I am sure only because my entry was the only one that was decorated.
Little did I know that a fellow quilting friend of mine had been entering the Certo jam contest each year and she was accustomed to winning. Needless to say, the jam wagon set the bar for future years and future entries. The friendly rivalry was on.
The following year–2003, we both tied for first place. In 2004, I was short on ideas–there are only so many ways you can display jam. I came up with the idea of making a quilt featuring the fruits that would end up being in my jam. I chose pear and blueberry because there is a strong contrast in the colours–essential for a quilt. The following photos show the quilt lined basket with the jam–another winning entry.
