During the month of April, I’m participating in the Blogging From A to Z Challenge for my 4th year in a row – 3 of which are on this blog. Each day, except Sundays, there will be a post for the letter of the day as well as keeping with my personal theme of Quilts and Quotes. Feel free to leave a comment! I’d love to hear from you! Also check out the other A to Z’ers in the comment section of the Official A to Z Blog Page.
Jefferson City is the name of today’s 6-inch block. It’s also name to my home state’s (Missouri) capital. Apparently there are a couple other Jefferson City’s in both Montana and Tennessee. First I’d heard this until I started writing about ours. Here’s a pic taken by myself of our capital building.
Sitting on the bluff of the Missouri River, its open for tours daily except for major holidays. There is a museum and many Thomas Hart Benton paintings throughout. I always enjoy a visit there seeing exhibits and reading about our state’s rich history. And this time of year the flowers are in full bloom. The magnolia trees are my favorite.
The author of the book I’m taking my blocks from is not shown to be from Missouri or lived here as far as I could find out. I wonder why she chose this Civil War Era block? I am glad she did because I loved that I could use all three fabrics in it.
Famous Missourian Quote
Join me again tomorrow for more of the April A to Z Blog Challenge 2017!
Rural Missouri is defintely close to my heart and makes me homesick every single time I stop and reflect in places like this.
Just a rural ‘blocked’ door photo from Bahner, Missouri. The old Dodge “Door” is in full view though.
Missouri has many of these “Blink-and-it’s-gone” communities. Pettis County, my residence, is no exception. I grew up less than a mile from one. (future doorscursion) They remain for the most part unchanged except for the weathering of the wood and metal adornments.
This week I’m feeling a little nostalgic after a loss in my family. Attending a Catholic funeral brought back some memories of my childhood and figured I’d just go with the stuff on my mind.
My Doors entry for the week is our local Sacred Heart Church. According to a local historian, it was dedicated in 1893. The style is Gothic like the European cathedrals of the 13th century.
The inside is exceptionally beautiful. Maybe photos sometime after I ask permission?
A view looking up. Sedalia, Missouri has some real treasures.
Cornerstone laid 1892.
Can’t we just take down those powerlines for a minute?
Some side notes:
I first entered these doors with my childhood babysitter. She is the one biggest influence leading to my adult life. Loved her like my second mother. I can pretty much blame her for my chosen career path. Miss her so.
My grandfather, father and his brothers were all local painters and at some point or other were hired to paint in, on and around Sacred Heart Church and it’s other buildings. But that cross on the top was only tackled by one of my uncles. He was the only one brave enough to climb it. Don’t worry OSHA. This was before you were formed. His story I’ll save for another day…..after I find that photo of him.
So this week, share an image where you see a particularly strong connection between what we see and what you felt as you pressed that shutter button on your camera or phone.
We’re takin a Sunday drive and it’s pretty brisk outside the truck. Saw plenty of photo opportunities if you wanted to freeze your tail end off. But I did not. Forgot my jacket. Lo and behold we see something stirring out the passenger window. The turkey are in the distance getting ready to go behind that stand of trees. The sun is in my eyes and I have no idea if this will even turn out a photo since I can’t even see the digital screen. But I do know this song was on my mind…..
As I was a-gwine down the road,
With a tired team and a heavy load,
I crack’d my whip and the leader sprung,
I says day-day to the wagon tongue. Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay,
Roll ’em up and twist ’em up a high tuckahaw
And twist ’em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw.