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A Quilted Halloween Story
Lowering her head against the bitter wind, the old woman continued trudging down the street, running her stick along the graveyard’s rail fence to keep her balance. She imagined herself an ice-cutter ship, plowing through the storm at sea to open an access route in the deadly ice.
She kicked a mason jar. The noise startled her and she looked up, fearful that she might be lost. Pasted to a nearby pole was a carnival poster from the summer past. She closed her eyes for a moment, the memory of a bright summer day in her thoughts.
It was Halloween, and was anxious to get inside before midnight. Faces looked at her from garret windows and attic windows. Ghosts gibbered at her from all sides. Jack-o-Lanterns leered at her. Her heart thumped and she set a drunkards path as she darted from bush to tree, compelled to get out of the way as something large rushed past her.
She tripped and fell on a toad in a puddle. Confused, she picked it up and discovered it was made of cement. She wondered – what was the beast that had rushed past her? Was it even real, or had her imagination conjured up yet another mystery? She was so tired! sat on the pavement and rested a bit.
She struggled to her feet, and setting her course by the big dipper, she tottered off towards a crooked path. She came to the crossed roads and shook her head to clear her thoughts. Where should she go? To the right was the barrister’s block, so named because of all the lawyers that lived there. Straight ahead was Union Square, the courthouse steps just barely visible behind the little red schoolhouse. To the left was Patience Corner, an aptly named community where her tolerant grandmother used to live. It had been her favorite block as a child.
A comet streaked by and illuminated the stepping stones that made it possible for her to navigate the railroad crossing safely. That settled the question. She was homeward bound. Humming gaily, she twirled on her tiptoes and crossed the rocky road.
Ok, now be honest. How long was it before you recognized the first quilt block? How many did you find?
If you really want to be adventurous, you can make the quilt to the left using the two blocks on the right below as setting blocks. I’ve seen it done once, but to my dismay, I never got a picture of it.
If you thought the beginning sounded familiar, you are absolutely right. The first paragraph is based on this book.
Sounds just like me! Mismatched clothes – we’re quilters after all and completely comfortable with variety! Love the story! I lost track of the number of quilts, but really awesome! Thanks.
You are brilliant. Period. Full stop. That was sooodadgumawesomelyFUN!!!….& inspiring. I fell in love with your post, style, writing first time.
Hugs from Ga
MelanieClaire
That was fun. So many quilt blocks hidden in the story. Thanks for sharing.