Wednesday, August 20, 2014

One--or Two--of Each: Quilt, Gravestone, Photo

Another quick post this week.

I made this little One-Patch repro based on a quilt in Merikay Waldvogel's book, Childhood Treasures: Doll Quilts By and For Children. I really fussed over my fabric choices and was lucky to have found a close-match black print for the border. Finished 2013. 

 Hanover Cemetery, E. Hanover, Morris, NJ

What do you think? Quilt patterns on these two gravestones? Different cemeteries same inscriber. 
 
 Whippany Burial Yard, Whippany, Morris, NJ


c. 1929. Three generations of Bowers. My mom, Etta Bower, sitting on the running board. Her sisters--Leila and Midge, back and front. My grandfather and grandmother, Stan and Etta Bower, standing next to my gr-grandmother, Irene Florence McCord Bower Landwehr. Far left is Irene's 2nd husband, Fred Landwehr. Kneeling is my gr-uncle George Kroepke. Most likely taken in the Bronx in front of Irene's car. 

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Copyright 2014, Barbara Schaffer


 

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

A Western Town and a Small Quilt

We were in Colorado last weekend for our niece's wedding. We had an extra day so we took the train from Durango to Silverton, a little western town with lots of artsy things to photograph. 

 

We rode in one of the open cars and I snapped this pic of the train going around a sharp curve. The scenery was breathtaking.


This little "graveyard" in Silverton made me smile--and laugh.  

Lola Fent 
Kicked Up 
Her Heels 
Away She Went 

R.I.P.
I Told
You I
Was Sick

Here Lies 
Lester Moore
Told A Lie
No Les
No More

Chief Payme
He Cheated
At Cards
He Will Cheat 
No More


 Beautiful Columbines. 


A large painting on one of the buildings.  


A creative planter. 


Painted ladies adorn the windows of several stores. 


I didn't notice the Quilt Show flyer until I uploaded my photos.  



Detail of above. 

 

An Indian princess.


Love this red-white-blue image. 


Newel post on a vacant building.  


I was determined to finish this little top before we left on our trip. I've always liked Lori Smith's patterns and finally bought one this past year. She calls this Delectable Appalachians but I'm still thinking of what to name mine. 

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Copyright 2014, Barbara Schaffer



Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Fabulous Flowers

This year has been exceptional for growing flowers and our garden is flourishing. Following through on a flower-theme--I have one small and two large quilts, two embroidered pics, and two rugs. 


These Stargazer Lilies were absolutely gorgeous.


Here's a Grandmother's Flower Garden doll quilt I purchased at the AQSG seminar in Williamsburg many years ago.


I have a lot of Columbines in a variety of colors.


This Garden of Eden quilt top was a gift from my kids :)

 Here's a detail. 



Lots of pink and white Phlox near the house. 



 A Rose Wreath quilt I bought at a garage sale for $2.00.

 

My mother was a master at embroidering flowers. She made this piece in the early 1960s.


Feverfew in the borders. 

 
Another by my mom. This one with her initials--Etta Bower Davis.


Lemon Lilies.


A great garage sale purchase--$1.00!


Love Spiderwort!


A hooked rug my mother made. One of my future goals is to learn how to be a "hooker." :)

What's growing in your garden?



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Copyright 2014, Barbara Schaffer

 

 
 

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Weeping Willow Gravestones

One of the virtual cemeteries on my Find A Grave home page is titled "Weeping Willows" the gravestone symbol for mourning, grief, and sorrow. The photos I've added to this category are of gravestones in local cemeteries that date from 1831-1872. Most have a lone weeping willow that varies in shape and size.    

First Presbyterian Church of Hanover


The cemetery next to The First Presbyterian Church of Hanover in E. Hanover, Morris, NJ, is one of the oldest in the area. During the Revolutionary War the church served as a hospital during a smallpox epidemic. The following 4 gravestones are in this cemetery.



This one dates to 1831 and is the earliest "willow" that I've photographed. Note the books which are most likely symbols of the Divine Word.


Jane Irene
daughter of
Israel & Rhoda Beach
Died
March 1st 1848
Aged 27 years 1 mo
& 18 days.
Thou hast gone we no longer,
Thy love, of form on earth shall see,
But we hope ere long to join thee,
In a blest eternity.


 Sarah Cook died May 10, 1855. 


Mary Woodruff
wife of A. V. Harrison
died Aug. 11th 1855
aged 47 years 7 months & 29 days
O! Weep not for the friends that pass,
Into the lonely grave;
As breezes sweep the withered grass,
Along the restless wave.
For though thy pleasures may depart,
And mournful days be given,
And lonely though on earth thou art,
Yet bliss awaits the holy heart
When friends rejoin in heaven.

 Northfield Baptist Cemetery

 Northfield Baptist Cemetery, Livingston, Essex, NJ

Elenor
wife of
Charles Force
daughter of
Rev. Elisha & Abby
Gill
Died
Sept. 16, 1852
In her 20th year
[NJ Genealogical Society survey]

Lots of willows :)

Hanover Cemetery

About 1/2 mile down the road from the First Presbyterian Church Cemetery (above) is the Hanover Cemetery that was established in 1849. There are quite a few Weeping Willow gravestones there but I'll only show you a few.
 

Our Father
James A. Campfield
Died
Dec. 22nd 1857
Aged 67 Years 2 mo.
& 3 Days
 
Most of the willow-style gravestones I've photographed have women's names on them. James A. Campfield seems to be an exception.
 


Eleanor P.
wife of
James Lewis
Died Jan 8th, 1864
Aged 62 years

 

Henrietta Cobb
wife of
Lindsley J. Beach
Died Feb. 29, 1872
Aged ~~~~

Every once in a while curiosity gets the best of me and I have to do a little research. Here's a record of Henrietta Cobb's marriage to Lindsley J. Beach. 

Book G, Morris County Marriage Records
Recorded 8 Dec 1868 by John M. Johnson, Minister of the Gospel
14 May 1867 Lindsley J. Beach and Henrietta Cobb, both of Hanover, at Hanover Neck.

This willow gravestone is late--1872.

Have a great day!



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Copyright 2014, Barbara Schaffer





 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

My Grandmother, Maude Hankinson Davis

My paternal grandmother, Maude Hankinson Davis (1884-1967) was the daughter of professional baseball player, Frank Hankinson--and Mary Purple, my all time ELUSIVE ANCESTOR. (More on her in a future blog post.)  
 

In 1943 Maude requested that a search be made for a copy of her birth certificate. She stated she was born on either August 1, 1884 or 1885 at either 361 Renwick St. or 8 Dominick St. in downtown NYC. 


The results: NOT FOUND.
 

In 1900 she was living with her grandmother, Alice King Hankinson, at 2011 7th Ave, NYC. On September 11, 1906, at the age of 21, she married Ralph Butler Davis. Both of the above documents list her parents as Frank Hankinson and Mary Purple. 


The newlyweds moved across the river to Palisades Park, NJ, where they raised three children: Ralph Franklin (1909-1992, my dad), Alvin Butler (1912-2012), and Margaret Edwards (1914-1972).  In the late 40s my parents, brother, and I lived on the 3rd floor. I remember having the mumps here running around with a white bandage wrapped around my head and wearing a beanie hat with a propeller on top :-)


As president of the local Woman's Club, Maude went to Atlantic City as a delegate to the Woman's Club Convention in May 1932. Here she is taking a stroll on the boardwalk with Mrs. A.V. Griffith. 


Her Civilian Defense ID card dated Dec. 12, 1941. 


In 1952 my grandparents moved to Lake Owassa in Sussex County, NJ. For years there was no indoor plumbing and the outhouse was mighty cold at night. It was here that Nana had trained a chipmunk to go into her apron pocket to get birdseed. She was also a great cook and Thanksgiving dinners were always "at the lake." She and I would spend hours playing Canasta on the porch.


My dad always told me that Nana went to Cooper Union in NYC to study art but the school has no record of her ever attending. I own some of her oil paintings and once had a small hooked rug that she made.  




These are hanging in our cabin. When my husband and I were dating we were canoeing out on the lake in early May when a quick storm pushed through and we capsized. I have fond memories of me wearing Nana's house dress and my husband wearing Poppy's pants and flannel shirt which were way too small for him. We had to wait for our clothes to dry near the wood-burning stove.
 

In 2005 I went to an awards dinner that the students in my husband's class were having at Kean University. After it was over we were walking to our car with one of the other professors chatting about his camp and our cabin. As we were saying goodnight I noticed the "Owassa" license plate on his car. I told him about my grandparents place on the lake and that the Wolfe family now owned the house. He smiled and said "I live next door." He arranged for us to meet the owner who so graciously invited us to come inside. It was a day I will never forget :) 

We've been back several times since then. Even caught a 23" pickerel at the far end of the lake which we had stuffed. It too hangs in our cabin. 


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Copyright 2014, Barbara Schaffer