I volunteered today for the Alzheimer's Art Quilt Initiative, a group started by Ami Sims, to raise money for Alzheimer's research. She has her big fund-raiser at the Houston Quilt Show, this year in early November, and she wants to take 1000 art quilts with her. She also has the exhibit that is at the Shelburne Museum in Vermont. It turns out that Ami only lives a couple miles away and needed help cataloging the quilts bound for Houston. A couple members of my quilt guild and I spent part of the day there. I also got to see, up close and really in person, the art quilts that were done by famous quilters to support the cause, the World Series Quilt Challenge. There is a reason that these people are famous and published and prize-winning. Their quilts were stunning. No photos could do them justice. Check them out at http://www.alzquilts.org/. On the other hand, most of the quilts that I handled today were from just people, quilters like me, but people with stories to tell, about folks thay have loved and lost to Alzheimer's disease. Each of the little quilts has a dedication and many, many were to their moms who didn't know them, or how to cook, or sew, or garden, or drive anymore. My family has been so fortunate, but today I thought of grandma's friends, and Aunt Irene, Sophie, and Grandma Jerry, and all those who cared for them.
And since life seems so short...I love this poem...sorry I don't know the author, I think it's from England.
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better,
to paint a picture or write a letter,
bake a cake or plant a seed,
ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read, friends to
cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go - and go you must -
You, yourself, will make more dust!
Grandma always said that if she had her druther's, and of course, none of us do, she wanted to go with a stroke of lightning. Me too.