Rosebud Quilt Block

     I enjoyed making this little 6" Rosebud quilt block, although the 1" half-square triangles were tiny to work with!  I found the pattern in The Farmer's Wife Sampler Quilt by Laurie Aaron Hird.  A 12" Rosebud quilt pattern can be found here. 
     Hattie writes about St. Patrick's Day.  Spring is coming with the mention of rosebushes, bulbs, and dog-tooth violets.  Charley and Orvel are hired men who work on the farm.  Luke is a horse Hattie rides to visit her friend Fern.  Hattie also rides to the cemetery to check on bulbs she has planted at her Mamma's grave.  Her Mamma died three years ago, and Mother is Nelle Daniels Woodbury, her step-mother.
   
Friday, March 17, 1916 -
"Our family observed St. Patrick's Day in that Papa and Charley planted a few potatoes, and Orvel wore his funny green bow that I gave him last year.  

"This has been the loveliest day, and I have enjoyed it, too.  After we got through cleaning this A.M., I went out and sat in the swing and ate an orange.  It was so nice and warm out there!  Then I trimmed some rosebushes and although I scratched my hands considerably, I like to get out and fool around with the flowers.  My bulbs are coming up fine.

"About two o'clock, Papa and I saddled Luke, and I got ready for a little ride.  I went up to Matney's to see if Fern couldn't go with me, but she didn't have anything to ride but Earl's 'race horse' and that isn't very well broken.  So I sat there and talked for about an hour... I went on up to the cemetery to see how the bulbs were progressing.  I found them just peeping through.  Then, I came on home around through the Turkey Creek woods.  The children found the first dog-tooth violets of the season this evening.  Mother went to feed with Papa and had quite a time driving the team, etc.  She said she pretty nearly lost her teeth riding in such a jolty wagon.  

"I dreamed last night that I was married and was having quite an elaborate wedding.  But the strange part of it was that I couldn't find out who the 'man' was.  He kept his back turned part of the time and, moreover, he seemed to be a different person every few minutes.  The only thing I remember distinctly is that Stubs was 'best man,' and I came down a long flight of stairs with him after the ceremony.  Then 'my husband' and I were in a room where there was quite a crowd of people, most of whom I did not know, and they were giving a literary program in our honor.  Guess I'll go to bed and try dreaming it again to find out who the fortunate (?) man is!"

You might also enjoy reading my previous blog entry:
http://starwoodquilter.blogspot.com/2011/10/windows-quilt-block.html