The Eye Patch Quilt: Lasting Impressions

Eye Patch Quilt (note: text on fabric circled in yellow).

The quilt contains more than patches and lenses.  Marcia used photo-sensitive inks to transfer words written on transparencies to the fabric.  Some of a saying came from background material we gave her: mom's book, favorite passages, newspaper articles.  Just when I think I've found them all, sometimes I spot another one, like an ethereal I Spy.

Poem by Laura Bernstein, also see Celebrate Weirdness post.

Somewhere between a diamond and a coal smudge.

Pain is the crackling of the shell that encloses our understanding.

I am still here.

I glow in the dark, a reminder of the days of radiation.

There's one more, "Best I ever tasted."  Do you see it?

Strawberry Story: Standing in a Strawberry Patch

Standing in a Strawberry Patch

    by William Killian

We grew strawberries at home
and then I worked on a strawberry farm when I was an early teen.
At the end of a long day, Bob, the owner, called me in
it was a small town, everybody knew everybody
and he said, "Billy, we won't need you anymore." 
I had only picked a few quarts all day,
ate the rest and threw them at the other pickers. 
I was hurt and sad. 

The next morning, Bob showed up at my door on his tractor,
"Come on, Billy, I need you today.  Let's go to work." 
A moment I shall never forget. 
I picked more that day, ate less and threw none. 

I often think, Billy, who needs you today
If you're standing in a strawberry patch
Are you willing to pick strawberries and fill those beautiful boxes, those crates,
and work there with your friends and fill that entire wagon to be carried off to market?

What a sweet thrill, what a sweet memory, re-ripe with life, with youth, and opportunity.