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Friday, March 2, 2012

"Intention"

My family used to drive to Fredricksburg, Ohio to visit Great Grandpa. It was a pretty drive through trees and farms, and if Grandpa was driving, sometimes we’d stop for ice cream. Grandma liked to go to the cheese factory, and we got to watch a huge net of cheese curds as it was hoisted into the air, the smelly whey swirling around in the giant stainless steel vat. Grandma always bought a round of baby swiss. She seemed to think I was being somewhat less than genetically pure when I made a face and asked for aged swiss instead. “It’s a waste of money to pay for bigger holes!” Okay, I still don’t like baby swiss very much, but whether I like it or no, I’ve eaten a lot of it. Kind of feels like a family obligation.

I enjoyed looking at the barns on the drive to Great Grandpa’s house. Many of them had hex signs painted on them, and hex signs are the epitome of intention. It is art created for the purpose of bringing good things towards you, and repelling the negative. The art is made in a kind of code. For instance, a distelfink (bird) is good luck. Put 2 of them in your hex, and twice as much good luck. Green is growth, black is protection, and white purity. Many of these principles are also used in quilt designs. I may not have gotten the baby swiss gene, but I definitely got the one for hex painting. I love making them. I put one on the front of my house for extra luck and protection. I can never have too much of that, right? I painted it on slate taken off of Grandpa’s house when he got a new roof.

The area around Great Grandpa’s house was settled by people of mostly German extraction (Pennsylvania Dutch), and apparently those kinds of people like to paint things. There’s a quaint town nearby that has German looking mountain scenes painted all over the fronts of the buildings. Grandma and Grandpa took us there for lunch once.

It’s possible I like hex signs because I associate them with happy drives with my grandparents to see Great Grandpa. I adored him. He was smart and funny and held my hand. He showed me interesting things in and around his house, and gave me this majolica robin. I have treasured it throughout my life, not for the monetary value of it, or even for what it looks like. I value it because he gave it to me in a moment of sensitivity and closeness – and it didn’t hurt that he didn’t give anything to any of my siblings. I felt special.

When he died, my great aunt gave me this little bird at the funeral. It was part of a set of 3. My older sisters got the adult birds, but that was alright; I liked the chick best. Since I was too young at the time to really understand funerals, I thought this was a happy day, especially since it was my birthday. My siblings and cousins and I ran around and played. His coffin was filled with love gifts of flowers, a book, and even my brother’s pre-chewed gum. When the adults said things like he went “away”, I thought he was taking a trip and needed things to take with him. I’ve never quite stopped waiting for him to come back. I wonder if he had any idea how influential he was in my life?

I have to wonder a little about my intention with this post. There was a shooting at a school not too far away from me this week in a quaint little town a lot like Fredricksburg. A place where that kind of thing shouldn’t happen. I have spent a lot of time this week thinking about people who aren’t here any more and the craziness of the world, and thinking that it’s very nearly a year since my friend Geof died. Sometimes, maybe the best intention is not to forget. Whether it’s remembering hex signs or the people who really mattered.

36 comments:

  1. Thank you - your final paragraph meant the world to me.

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  2. I know I'm not the only one missing Geof, Korki. Hugs!

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  3. I thought hex signs were just something bad witches did, so I am very happy to hear they are actually really cool and meaningful. The painted barn photo is so neat! And your illustration is beautiful, particularly the subtle details.

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  4. I should probably admit that I just picked up the barn photo off the internet. I don't know who to give credit to for it. Thanks for the comment Cindy!

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  5. What a surprisingly poignant post and pictures. Well done.

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  6. I really like the art work you did for this piece. It's beautiful. I was thinking about Geof the other night, knowing it was coming up on a year. Even though I never met him. I always enjoyed hearing some of the stories and what a special man he was. My thoughts are with you, and especailly Korki--Hold tight to the love, it never dies.

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  7. it is very nice blog and flowers is very cute.

    Funeral flowers

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  8. I had never heard of the hex until I read this. Learning every day. Loved reading about your relationship with your great grandfather. Lovely memories to.have...

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  9. I have also only heard of the hex as a spell type curse,how interesting to find out the true meaning Linda. I learn something new everyday. It is also interesting to hear how that was incorporated into quilt making. I do love you robin...you obviously loved your great granddad very much. Sending some heart felt best wishes to you and your friend Korki at the anniversary of Geof's death.
    Jane x

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  10. Your blog posts are always so wonderful; with great intention! :)

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  11. Thanks for the comments! And thanks for the good thoughts for Korki! She is such a good person and it's there's no way around the fact that it's sad to suffer a loss like Geof.

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  12. No comparison but my dog died recently. It was him and me against the world for many years. Every day I realize all the gifts he left behind too.

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  13. Another wonderful post that evoked so many memories. All three of my grandmothers were quilters so I absorbed a little something of quilt lore & symbolism, but growing up in the South I didn't know much about hex signs.

    I never knew my great grandfathers, but one great grandmother was still alive, living on a farm with no running water. We didn't visit often, but I can still recall the sharp flavor of the cistern water, along with many other details of that fascinatingly anachronistic place. My great grandmother had 11 children, & lived to be 92. Even as a very old woman she thought nothing of killing & plucking a chicken for dinner, which was quite a shocking and traumatic event for us city-bred kids. She was truly capable of just about anything, as per your previous post, & makes me feel like a hopeless spoiled wimp by comparison!

    Here's to the sweet memories of all friends and family who are gone. I remember watching my little half-sister jumping over cemetery headstones after my grandfather's funeral, blithely oblivious of their significance. It was such a poignant example of how life renews itself!

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  14. Aw Rand, I'm sorry to hear about your dog. I've gone through that kind of misery too. It doesn't help when people say "it's only a dog". No, it's unconditional love and companionship. I guess grief for dogs is the same as for people. Try to remember the good times.

    Leah, what wonderful memories! Well, except for that chicken part. I think I'm still traumatized by watching chicken deaths. Thanks for sharing some of your life. It makes me happy when I can say something that makes people remember things like that from their own lives. Lifting my glass to life renewing itself!

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  15. Your hex painting is exquisite! Wonderfully rich colors with the subtle patterns. There's a dimensionality to it that's very striking.

    I loved reading your memories about your relatives. And the small painting on your door with the dreamcatcher is just lovely. It's nice to be greeted by that every time you come home.

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  16. Thanks Bella! I put the hex sign on the front door, but hardly anybody uses that door. Ever since I posted this, I'm thinking maybe I need a hex on the side door.

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  17. I agree with Bella: it looks great, wonderful colors and there is depth.

    Your last words in this post made me think too about all the craziness in this world.

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  18. Lovely post! The hex signs make me think of Orson Scott Card's Alvin Maker series, and it's something I know very little about.

    Beautiful, vibrant picture!

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  19. I never knew the meaning of the hex symbol. Only what sex symbols are. And you are always capable of relating the theme to stories in your own life. So interesting.

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  20. A beautifully written post, Linda. I always love they way you share your memories, this one especially got me thinking about my family.

    And your hex painting is wonderful. I myself suck big time at drawing anything geometrical, so thumbs up to you! :)

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  21. I like doing geometric things. I find it meditative. Thanks for the comments everybody!!

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  22. Love this blog. I have a chicken story - we city kids were taken by our grandmother to a farm and my sister was holding a chicken when it laid an egg in her hand. Both chicken and egg were dropped, of course!

    I too never understood hex signs. I thought they were for witches. Good to know.

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  23. Love the story Terri! I'm sure the chicken was fine, but the egg not so much :)

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  24. Cheese factory, great grandparents, barns, ceramic birds and hex signs all in one post - sends the mind dancing, and safely home again into a warm lap. Never knew what the painted patterns were about, but photographed them compulsively nonetheless. Seemed connected to quilt patterns, but I'm glad to know more. I think of the influence of those who loved us and are gone like a soft net of light which we through our memories and influences spread out farther than their hands could have reached. Thanks for a depth to the illustration the image alone could not have spoken.

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  25. Oh Linda..what a wonderful post..in so many ways. So touching to read of your amazing relationship with your great grandpa. That is a rarity and it's wonderful you had the chance to experience such a gift in your lifetime. I loved reading and seeing the hex signs (I've not ever known of this..so thank you for educating me here!) Such wonderful memories.

    And oh, I'm so sorry about your dear friend..and I immediately thought of my friends in Ohio on the day of the shootings. I lived in Cleveland for a year and know of some of the surrounding cities as well and am just so saddened to hear of this tragedy. Take good care and thank you for posting this..I always take so much away after visiting you. And I will not think of baby swiss without thinking of Linda! : )

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  26. Thank you! Your comments are so thoughtful and kind!

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  27. Your stories and illustrations are always so wonderful...and life affirming, even when they involve the dearly departed. Thanks for sharing your stories.

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  28. Hex signs! I had almost forgotten about them. Having grown up just outside Lancaster, PA, it wasn't uncommon to drive through the Amish country on the way to whereever. (I haven't seen even one since moving to California over 30 years ago.) I like the patterning and dimension you've added to your own hex sign – it's a very pleasing design. Thanks for sharing your story.

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  29. Such a tender and thoughtful post! I especially enjoyed the education on the hex signs. We do not see too many out here in the West - (Utah) So wonderful to have those special memories of grandparents - takes me back. Thank you for sharing!

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  30. Thanks! Your comments warm my heart :)

    Thanks for the follow Patricia!!!

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  31. Your hex is gorgeous. Your intentions are so good
    :) Nice--all 'round.

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  32. "My family used to drive to Fredricksburg, Ohio to visit Great Grandpa."

    What a great opening line Linda - it's heavy with intent, as it were. I think the word that catches us is 'used to' (okay two words) - we wonder what happened to stop you. And how you have isolated the place - named it, it makes it all real.

    Gee, I am starting to think that you are a 'real' person and not just a blogger who makes great posts :)

    Heh. Okay, well I never knew that about Hex's! I will never look at a quilt again, or wear one without feeling special (I often wear quilted pants but I am sick of being arrested in them for loitering - they seem to attract the wrong type of man....)

    But seriously, your design is glowing. When I get home today I am going to put one on more door to keep away the neighbours :)

    See you!

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  33. Love the vivid colors and underlying patterns. Simple and yet intricate at the same time. Very nicely done!

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  34. Linda, you really know how to tell a story! Wonderful post. No matter your intention... you stirred up emotion. God bless.

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  35. What a thoughtful post and wonderful hex sign art. I must admit, I've been sort of uninspired by the topics lately, but you've inspired me to take a broader view of the concepts!

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  36. Thanks everybody! My head swells :) Well, it would if I quit laughing at Andrew in quilted pants. And I am a real person, really!

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