Worn Quilts

“Flying,” by Alice Miller is a complex story about a woman named Allie, who reminisces about a time spent when her cousin Mack taught her to fly when she was just a young girl. On different occasions when Mack visited, he would show her how to do new things. As Allie grew up she found herself thinking of the secret that Mack shared with her and how he told her not to tell anyone or she may get hurt. Allie longed for the feeling of flying, if she could just reach out and talk to Mack but too much time had passed. She dreams of flying in her sleep, not for long periods of time, but just enough to embrace that feeling she had years ago. She wonders if many people have experienced flying the way that she has and if she could fly by herself without Mack. One day, Allie tries to fly on her own and succeeds, soaring higher than she did with Mack. Before Allie knew it, she was flying through the clouds and around town. Now that Allie has experienced the feeling of flying again, more than ever she wanted to share with her kids. One night after the children were asleep she wanted to share her secret with her boys but instead chose her daughter. Miller suggests that when a person is afraid of doing something on their own, sometimes it just takes a little bit of courage to step out and let go of the things that could be holding a person back.

In the poem “The Century Quilt” by Marilyn Nelson Waniek the “Century Quilt” is a nostalgic necessity of the narrator. The upbringing of nostalgia throughout the poem is the telling of an Odyssey, a journey home though not physical but emotional. Through the constant use of pragmatic imagery that is erupting with allusions to the past and the unusual use of form that gives the poem a platform to project itself Waniek is able to produce a stunning display of emotion and nostalgia that displays the complex meanings of the quilt and the vital importance of it to the narrator.

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

History and the wide variety cultures has altered the way women quilt. Quilts in Colonial America resembled their culture and lands from which the quilters had come from. The wealthy and social prominent settlers in the south began to make patchwork quilts after the middle class and poor women had been working on patchwork for hundreds of years. The Puritans brought sturdy fabrics and simple designs, and in northeastern America the colors were more colorful. Linsey-woolsey, also known as woolen bedcovers were not often made as a staple within the household.

I flew from Las Vegas to an airport close to the Caribbean rainforest, this was my first time on a plane, I never would have imagined it would be to start my dream job and go to an exotic place. I mean, who could ever get so lucky on their first assignment. I was expecting to get sent to the middle of a hot desert or a humid rain forest infested with flying and biting bugs. I knew it was time to start my adventure when I got off that plane, but it was also time to start my adult life as well. The plane ride was full of me asking myself questions about this trip that I really could not answer. I kept asking myself what would I encounter when I reached the tribe, would they be accepting of me, would things be hostile or friendly, will I be able to adapt well enough to their style of living to be able to complete my assignment. I could not stop thinking of all the ways this trip could play

Days later, i made my decision to fly. It was risky for me but I wanted to get there as fast as possible. I was packing my bags day after day, night after night. When everything was done and over with, I got the rest of my things and said goodbye, I’ll

Quilting can also be used for expression of oneself or for social commentary. Back in the 1800’s when there were many wars women would usually make quilts because they were what was needed in those times and the fabric was often hard to come by and it was usually saved for clothes making.” It was a means to escape from the isolation of their lifestyle and it allowed them the artistic freedom to express themselves. The quilts produced by our ancestors told stories about their lifestyles that could not be captured by pen and paper. Every quilt we see today, regardless of when the quilt was made, relates a story. The types of fabrics, the design of the quilt, the signature of the quilter, all reveal an intimate story of the woman or man who made the quilt.” (Meeske,Quilt Me a Story) They used quilting to get out of the bleakness and horrible things that were going on in their lives at the moment and put how they felt in the quilts. Around the mid-1800’s women quilted a lot more to show artistic talent, political views, and even their emotions. “Prior to a woman’s ability to vote, some women used their artistic talents and expressed their political views through a quilt. The issue of slavery in the United States in the mid-1800s led to quilt patterns called Slave Chain

The quilt are a huge sysmbol for the stories theme. The mother believes by giving Maggie the quilts she will appreciate and value them much more than Dee. Dee only wants to display them once she returns to college. Dee just wants have the quilt as a trophy where it will lose its value. Although, their mother believes the quilt represents family and traditions. The quilt will be appreciated and actually used by Maggie whom knows how it came together. If anything happens to the quilt Maggie can sue it back together because she knows the history behind the quilt. The mother is proud of her daughter ,Dee, but she feels Dee has forgot where she has came from. (More interested in portraying instead of living). The mother is the one who knows her

Walker’s story “Everyday use” describes an interaction within a small African American family. Where the speaker’s daughter ‘Dee’ comes to visit her and ‘Maggie’ Dee’s younger sister during which, Dee demands the quilts mother has already promised to Maggie. The argument causes Maggie to concede and Dee leaves the pair with some harsh parting words. Mother wants them to be put to everyday use and she promises them to Maggie because she will use them. Like archaic pieces belonging to a museum Dee regards the quilts, "But they're priceless!" and even goes as far as to warn her mother of what a foolish decision it would be to give them to her sister, “Maggie can't appreciate these quilts!" she said. "She'd probably be backward enough to put them

I remember the first time I flew in an airplane. My eight-year-old self looked out the window of the terminal I was taking off from, astounded by the large size of the vehicle. Worried, I thought to myself how could something that big fly with so many people? Yet, as the plane took off my worries became excitement. Not only was this my first flight, this was the event that marked the start of my new life, my takeoff from Vietnam to America.

Waving goodbye from the backseat of the car, as we pull out of my parent’s driveway. Looking out the window at the oddly, white shaped clouds. Thinking, I had never been away from my parents and my younger sister for so long, even though it was only for two weeks. I was excited and scared all at once, but I wasn’t too thrilled about the whole 29-hour drive there. Hoping that the trip would go well and nothing bad will happen to us.

So you 've inherited a family quilt, and discovered that it has deteriorated over the years. The normal aging process of textiles cannot be halted, but there are some things that can be done to help restore a quilt to its former glory. Every quilt is unique, and prospects for restoration will be different from quilt to quilt, but if your heirloom is in poor condition, this is the place to go for information about getting help for it. As stated on the homepage, "Don 't let your family quilt sadly crumble away." Click on this website link, Heirloom Quilt Restoration at www.restorequilts.com and you will find lots of information about caring for your vintage quilt, and how to store it properly. If you decide that your quilt may need some restoration or repair done, you can see that the process is tailored to the individual needs of each quilt. The specific needs for each quilt will differ. Since there are so many types of deterioration that can affect a quilt, it is important to find out what the specific problems are and what some possible solutions are. You can 't un-do the ageing from normal use or previous poor storage conditions, but you can learn how to properly care for and store your heirloom to avoid causing additional damage. If you want to have an evaluation done, there will be a small fee charged. When you email for more information, you will receive an offer to email any pictures of your quilt and its damage for a no-cost assessment. Specific recommendations or

It was April 3, 2015. While the wind danced around picking few leaves here and there along with itself, my spirit on the other hand, marked with unease and nervousness stood in stark contrast. It was time to board the airplane for United States of America; it was time to leave India, my birthplace as well as my home for 14 years. With hopes of achieving the American Dream, my family and I would board the airplane, oblivious to the opportunities as well as hardships and sacrifices which would follow. Although the journey might seem as a physical one - of around 15 hours, it was a moral journey of understanding new cultures, new ideas, new struggles.Nevertheless, it was a journey to understand the true beauty of the world.

My journey the day I left my home country in search of a better life was not as pleasurable or exciting as I expected. Although it was not a long flight, the accumulation of unexpected vicissitudes during the trip made my dream of traveling an absolute nightmare. Not only my sadness to be leaving my family behind, the uncertainty to fly alone and for the first time, or my inexperience with the procedures at the airport contributed to this calamity, but even my neighbor on the plane added his bit of sand in the affair. All this situation was such traumatic to me that I even considered never daring to fly again.