It us disturbing to see news reports about all the snow which has fallen, and is falling in this country's mid-section. We here in the top of Maine have had snow taken away by rain twice already. Green grass in December? A first for us. Plowing my barn yard is a challenge, and much of the ground's surface has been plowed aside. What's left of my ground is a quagmire, half frozen, half muck. Today the temperature got up to +55F. Which is worse? Several feet of snow? or flooding? Perhaps someone out there can get Santa a pair of hip boots for Christmas. He will need such here. Ordinarily we would be putting on our skiies and skates at this time of the year.
I, too, had to take Home Ec once a week in the 7th and 8th grades. Mother started me sewing when I was four years, and I had begun baking and cooking when I was about six. My knowledge in both areas was beyond the beginner's level, and it griped me no end to have to be considered ignorant of those two disciplines. During the 7th grade the teacher had decided that we had to learn how to make dirndal skirts. She got bogged down in needless trivia. We started making those skirts in September, could not get them done until the following March! During that time I grew 9 1/2", and was a half inch shy of 6'. I never wore the skirt as it came to the middle of my thigh, and wearing such a short skirt in 1944 was a "no-no".
I made my first quilt top at the age of 9 under Mother's direction. No one ever thought of making quilts in school back then!