Kim Hanson

Writing & Quilting

Rowley, Alberta – a Ghostly Place to Visit

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The flat prairie lands of southeast Alberta begin to change around Drumheller, as Hoodoos spring up without notice. Bordering each side of the secondary highway, the landscape rises skyward, in a unique, bumpy, hilly kind-of way.

 

Hoodoos in the background; Bierot’s Ferry in the foreground, carrying passengers across the Red Deer river.

 

Taking Highway 56 traveling 28 minutes north of Drumheller, there is a small, roadside sign at Township Road 324 announcing “Rowley”. Turning onto the dirt road, the ghost town is immediately visible.

It’s actually a ghost hamlet rather than a ghost town. In fact, unlike many other Albertan ghost towns, Rowley is where Casper the friendly ghost would live if he had the choice. It is not spooky, nor scary nor completely abandoned. It’s friendly, welcoming and a gem in the middle of the grasslands. Eleven residents call Rowley home.

Big, black crows circle overhead, squawking in a way only a crow can. Cats roam freely between the few homes, the vintage playground and the open prairie fields. The crows’ and cats’ presence and their sounds would add to a ghostly feel if in fact there were one. But, the few residents are out and about, mowing their lawn, picking up their mail and preparing for Saturday night pizza get-togethers. Two roosters waddle about on the dirt road, crowing as if dawn had just arrived. It was 3 p.m.

There is a church, a bank, a funeral home; all restored to near-former glory. The train station remains, and doubles as a museum.

 

Restored Funeral Home & Embalming

 

Rowley Train Station/Museum

 

There are several newer homes, recently built, constructed near residences that have been there for more than 50 years. An abandoned livery stable, home and shed have been left to weather in the elements. The old schoolhouse remains standing, living in the shadows of the majestic grain elevators. Main Street has had a face lift, with a wooden boardwalk for traversing both sides of the street. The ghost hamlet, in the spring and summer, is surrounded on all sides by green, green grass, open fields and farmer’s hay crops.

 

Main Street

 

Haunted Pharmacy

 

Grain Elevators

 

An old two-story home remains standing on Main Street, history and character and intrigue oozing from its broken windows. What once was a hospital, then a family home, then a backdrop for a movie, stands abandoned and untouched. . .the best kind of homage to the past. Its peeling paint is somehow appealing. Its’ rotting veranda, where the children of the town wait for the school bus, is vintage and charming. Its second story begs a second look. As one sweet and outgoing long-time resident explains,

“Unless they shore it up from the inside, the whole house will come down someday soon.”

 

Old Two-Storey home

 

Goose Tracks quilt, created in the 1930’s

 

Nature hugs this place. God is here in the breeze swaying the trees, the friendly wave of the neighbour on her tractor, and the way your eye seeks out the glory of the view toward the horizon. Bring your favourite canine along for the ride. They will love it!

 

Snowy our Maltese

Thanks so much everyone. Take care.

Kim

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My Brand New, Beautiful Quilt Ladder

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Good day all! Nice to have you here with me, as always.

Way back in April-ish of 2022, I began to search for a quilt stand of sorts that I could display my quilts on, outdoors. I wanted it fairly large, fairly tall actually, so that visually, it would take up the appropriate amount of space in photos.

Now, there are many types and kinds of quilt racks on the market. But they are all made in the same mold, and are maybe 40″ tall. I needed one much, much taller.

Closing my eyes, I had a visual in mind. I started searching online. Nothing of interest was popping up. I took a look at the Kijiji website and did a search. I got a hit for someone advertising quilt ladders who lived in Innisfail, Alberta – about an hour and fifteen minute drive from Calgary. There were no photos on the Kijiji ad. I contacted the email address.

In writing, I tried to explain exactly what I needed. The person at the other end of the email said, “My husband can make you anything you want!”  She told me her husband would make me a wooden quilt ladder in whatever size I wished. Grabbing the tape measure, I got the exact dimensions of the back of the inside of my vehicle and gave them to her. I explained to her what I needed the quilt ladder for. . . in that it had to be able to stand on its own, not necessarily lean against a wall or fence, etc. She took a deposit from me via e-transfer, which I was so happy to send. It meant the process had started. Then, I waited.

Maybe two weeks go by. I get an email from the lovely lady in Innisfail whose name is Yvonne. I can go and pick up my quilt ladder anytime. It’s all ready to go home!  She sent me a photo of it.

I was ecstatic! It looked perfect. We drove north up Highway 2 the very next day.

When we arrived at the home on a cul-de-sac, Yvonne invited me in. My new quilt ladder was standing there in their living room. Yvonne’s husband, Merv, had made it exactly to my specifications! I thought it was beautiful and I said so, over and over again. Merv was pretty happy and proud of what he had made just for me. It’s exactly what I wanted and what I needed.

We paid them the balance owing in cash, visited for quite sometime, and then headed out. Rick was positive that my brand new quilt ladder WOULD NOT fit into the back of my vehicle. Quote: “There is no way that is going to fit in the back of your Rav.”  Merv and I exchanged a glance or two. He didn’t say anything. He and I knew it would fit – after all, I had measured.

Now, the ladder doesn’t fold in or collapse in any way, so it had to fit into my vehicle, as is. Lifting up the hatch door, we carefully slid it into place. Voila! A perfect fit! Yes, the driver’s side and the passenger side seats had to be squished toward the front, but there was still leg room for the drive home. (I’m glad we hadn’t brought the dogs along for the trip. Not too sure where they would have fit in).

I think my new, custom-made quilt ladder is beautiful. Merv even gave us some brown stain in a jar to take home, in case the ladder needed the occasional touch-up. I’ve taken it out to the ghost town of Rowley so far, with many more ghost towns still to visit.

I think it works perfectly for what I wanted. Thank you so much to Merv’s Quilt Ladders, to Merv himself and to the lovely Yvonne.

Here is their contact information:

Take care everyone.

Kim

 

 

A Quilt for Mike

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Good day everyone. Thanks ever so much for joining us. I appreciate all the new subscribers that have come on board recently.

Five years ago, my thirty-something son asked me to make him a quilt. I was a little taken aback. . . he had never seemed very interested in my quilting. I put Mike off for awhile; but he asked me again.

So I began to go through my fabric stash in an attempt to figure out what fabrics I could use for his project. Mainly, kid-themed fabrics dominate my stash, along with florals and bright feminine-styled fabrics. Finding something that I thought Mike would like was a bit challenging.

I came up with some brown and cream fabrics I had ordered awhile back – they were vintage type fabrics, American civil-war inspired. Here are some fabric examples on my Pinterest page.

Civil War Reproduction Fabrics.

Beginning to pull fabrics together,  I really wanted to finish it before he asked me again. Unfortunately, I really rushed it; I wasn’t feeling particularly inspired or creative at the time…I just wanted to “get ‘er done!” So, I did. Including some machine embroidery here is Mike’s finished quilt.

I was not at all happy with the finished product. Not really liking the salmon-y coloured fabrics, I was disappointed I had used them. But, Mike seemed to like his quilt and he appreciated it.

Maybe a month later, our son’s best buddy who was also named Mike, asked me to make him a quilt. I was so shocked! Do guys in their 30’s really want a quilt? He, of course, offered to pay me for it, but I declined, knowing full well he couldn’t afford it.

Pulling more fabrics from my over-subscribed stash, I made Mike #2 his quilt. He smiled a lot when I gave it to him, so I think he liked it.

As many of you already know, our Mike passed away in March of 2018. One of the things I kept from his apartment was his quilt. He always had it laying very neatly across the back of his sofa. Mercifully, it still smells like him. 

As hindsight set in, I regret not taking more time to design Mike a really special quilt – something just for him. I regret not sitting down with my pencil and paper and drawing a quilt pattern that would have suited just him.  I regret not knowing that I would never have the opportunity to make him another quilt.

Recently, I discovered a hidden gem in Calgary – a section of the Rotary/Mattamy Greenway. It’s a pathway located in Royal Oak, adjacent to the car dealership where my vehicle is serviced. There are ponds and huge trees and beautiful City views along the way. 

Beautiful Bullrushes

Bike Rider on the Path

Not really sure why, I wanted to get a few photos of Mike’s quilt in these exquisite, natural surroundings. Somehow, the backdrop makes the quilt look better.

My heart still aches at the loss of our son. It’s strangely comforting having his quilt here at my house. In the end, I’m glad I made it.

Thanks everyone.

Kim

P.S. One of the most outstanding birthday gifts I ever received was from Mike. He went to the local quilt shop and bought me this book called Color Magic for Quilters. He was a very thoughtful person.

r. It’s an amazing resource. Thank you son.

 

Missing a Deadline

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Something crazy happened to me a few weeks back. For the first time ever, I missed a deadline.

Heather McArthur, the editor and publisher of Quilter’s Connection magazine asked me to do a smallish project for the Winter issue of the magazine. She wanted a project featuring some machine embroidery. Naturally, I pounced on the opportunity! I really love working for industry magazines, but especially for Heather.

So, I went about my business as usual. I marked down what I believed to be the deadline on my work calendar and chipped away at my to-do-list. In September, one full month before Heather’s quilt project was due, the quilt was well underway. I was humming a happy tune, just so completely proud of myself…I was on track!

Then, an email popped up in my inbox from Heather. I’m thinking she’s likely just checking in…to see how my quilt is progressing. Instead, I was beyond shocked when she asked me if my project was ready to ship. Wait! What? Ship? I hadn’t even begun to machine quilt yet. Evidently, I was a month behind! A month! I’d been mistaken about the deadline and I got it completely wrong.

As is my habit (I like to blame this one on my Mom!) from childhood, I started the mental bob and weave game. What could I do? What could I tell Heather? What was my excuse? Perhaps I could tell her the quilt was in my car and the car was stolen. Or even better, the dog rolled around on my beautiful quilt top, soiling it irretrievably and I had to start over. Maybe, I could blame my husband and tell her that he inadvertently used my precious quilt to mop up a mess in the garage.

Nope. None of those excuses would do. Sheepishly, I responded to Heather’s email with the simple truth; I had totally messed up the deadline. As is her style, Heather was gracious. She commiserated with me and just asked that, “I ship the quilt as soon as I could.”

Needless to say, the quilt was bumped up my to-do-list to the very top. I stitched and stitched, a little frantically, and finished it in a hurry. Shipping from Calgary to Port Coquitlam, B.C. is very fast, so Heather had the quilt soon after its completion.

I checked online today and Quilter’s Connection winter issue is now available in digital format, and will be on the store shelves very soon. Looks like my quilt is on page 19. Love the snowman on page 8!

Thank you Heather for your patience with me. It was so very much appreciated.

Kim

 

Grandma Forgets

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My dream is to write picture books for children; I’ve been learning all I can in the past few years about writing for children.  I’ve taken many courses online (mainly through writers.com) and have loved and learned from each and every class. I’ve been working with a wonderful, established American children’s author, who is assisting me with invaluable feedback on my work. When my first children’s book is published, I will owe her a tremendous debt of gratitude.

Grandma Forgets by Paul Russell & Nicky Johnston is just the type of book I aspire to write. It touched my heart and I wanted to share it with you all. Grandma has Alzheimer’s and doesn’t always remember her children or her grandchildren. Undaunted, Grandma’s family perseveres, visiting with her often, reminiscing about her wonderful long life and all the activities they have done together. The illustrations of their memories moves the story along.  The most lovely part of the book is that Grandma is always cheerful, always willing to engage with her grandkids, even if she doesn’t remember who they are. To the young granddaughter in the story, the most important thing is that Grandma knows how much she is loved.

Maybe a family member could make Grandma a “quilt of memories”? Maybe that would help her to remember? Maybe that’s another story.

Thanks everyone.

Kim