Friday, July 1, 2011

Ocie Mama's Quilt


I have really enjoyed The Pieces of Me Quilt Exhibit at the LDS Church History Museum, not only because of the beautiful quilts, but because of the interesting stories about the quilts and the quilters.

Can you enjoy the exhibit even if you don't quilt? Absolutely! Kids like the exhibit too because they can "make" a quilt on the huge magnetic board. The exhibit will run through January 16th 2012 so come and see me on Tuesday nights. That's when I serve as a docent and service missionary.

You can add your own story on-line : http://piecesofmeexhibit.lds.org

Here's my story of Ocie Mama's Quilt.

My grandmother Hurd passed away in Martinsville, Virginia in 1964 when I was twelve years old. After weeks of tending to my grandmother and helping to ease her passing, my mother returned home and brought with her a quilt top, saying that it came from my grandmother’s cedar chest and asked, “Would you like it sweetie?”

I know she hoped I would finish the quilt someday. The first problem with my mother’s plan is that I never learned to quilt; the second problem is that I didn’t particularly like the quilt top. Oh . . . the large appliquéd tulip in a pot pattern was cute enough, with its many bright colors, but I didn’t care for the fabric that had been used for the edging pieces and I was just too young to appreciate the delicate hand stitching. Still, I kept it, and the quilt top went with me, packed in the same box through the years.

Fast forward to when I was fifty one years old and needed to write a paper for a class on an item that had been handed down from one generation to another. I remembered the quilt top and it became my project. After discovering that the colorful appliquéd tulips were actually flour sack fabric from the 1920’s or 1930’s, my excitement mounted and I called my cousin Mary Ley from Virginia to get more information. As we visited, Mary referred to our grandmother as “Ocie Mama,” an endearment unfamiliar to me. She told me how Ocie Mama loved to make the quilt tops more than she liked to do the actual quilting. Mary experienced this first hand because she lived with Ocie Mama as a young girl. The only memory I had of my grandmother was from a trip my family made by passenger train from Salt Lake City to Martinsville when I was five years old. Mary and I talked late into the night, and when I hung up, I knew my grandmother on a deeper level.

I pieced together the life of Ocie Ola Sampson Hurd, just like the pieces of her quilt; some pieces came from the information Mary gave me, others from remembered stories my mother had told me when she was alive, and the rest from impressions given to me by Ocie Mama herself. She was there, coaxing and guiding my hands on the computer keyboard. I knew she was with me, because I felt her presence wrapped around me, warm, soft and comforting.

In 2005, I went to the beautiful Jordan River Temple and helped my Ocie Mama partake of the great work of Latter Day Saint Temples that bind families together for time and all eternity.

Our hearts are stitched together forever. The quit top, although still unfinished, is now a family treasure.

Appreciations:
Mary Hurd Ley, cousin, Danville, Virginia
Phyllis Buie, cousin, Garner, North Carolina
Adrian Buie, 2nd cousin, Benson, North Carolina
Sandra Tripp, quilt expert, Draper, Utah
Liz Montague, world class folklore instructor at Salt Lake Community College, Salt Lake City, Utah

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Eagle Boy is Back



If you try and find me on Tuesday nights, don't look for me at my computer, in front of the TV, reading romance novels, or other such trivial things. Instead, you will find me at the LDS Church History Museum in down town Salt Lake City, Utah. I've been hanging out there on Tuesday nights for over five years. My official title is "docent" but since no one really knows what that word means, one might consider me a tour guide, a volunteer, or in LDS terms . . . a service missionary (a person who gives service to the church on a part time basis). I know service missionaries who spend time in the Family History Library helping people do genealogy research, or stock shelves at the Bishop's storehouse, or help officiate in the LDS Temples.


When my daughter Lora was preparing to go on a full time mission to Italy in 2006, I felt impressed to do some service of my own and went to http://www.lds.org/ and looked under the list of service mission opportunities. When I saw the need for volunteers to give tours that would involve storytelling and involve first person pioneer profilers, I KNEW it was for me.

Has my service there been everything I hoped it would be? YES YES YES!!!


So I decided it was time to get into the blog of things and record my experiences.


That's where Eagle Boy comes in. You see, he was missing for months from the Native American Exhibit and when I saw that he was back last night, I couldn't contain my excitement to the two BYU graduates that were killing time at the museum and practically dragged them over to the bronze sculpture by Stan Johnson and began telling them the Hopi legend of Eagle Boy. In the middle of the story, two 19 or 20 year old missionaries came in and listened in on the story.

This is where it gets interesting. One of the young men (Elder Bryan) explained that he is a Hopi Indian from the Eagle clan. We talked about the legend I just told and he confirmed that it is authentic and gave me deeper meaning of the transformation of Eagle Boy at the end of story. As we looked at another case in the exhibit that holds a variety of Kochina Dolls, he pointed to one of them and said, "My ancestor made that one." He told me that the Hopi way of life was congruent with LDS teachings and that he could retain his Hopi culture while living the gospel. There was more that transpired and I walked out of the Museum knowing that I had just been given a great gift.


People understand each other when they know each other's stories, traditions, and beliefs. Making connections with people is important to me.



So . . . if you learn about me and I learn about you, we will be brothers and sisters or at least friends, even if its on a blog.