Stories about the Quilt

Sharon Armour

Reflections

How do I connect with the Grand River and surrounding Area?

For this I turn to my Mom, Audrey Armour, and her lifelong involvement in different levels of Women’s Institute and the Adelaide Hunter Hoodless Homestead. Her passion for this organization and its founders were always in the forefront as I was growing up. She planned many bus trips throughout Southwestern Ontario, with some to the Grand River area enabling me to experience glimpses into the people’s lives and places in an area not far home.

On my own, as of member of the Ontario Junior farmers some activities included exchanges and participation in competitions in some counties in the Grand River area. While attending the University of Guelph I lived along the Grand for a few months. During this time, I formed a couple of University of Guelph lifelong friendships. I was asked to be the Maid of Honour at each of their weddings.

Family has also brought me to the Grand as my Mom’s sister and family have lived in both Brantford and Paris since the 50’s. Over the years, we enjoyed events like picnics, family get-togethers, births, weddings with my five first cousins.

Square#2 (made at home)
This is my perception of the Grand River as a great body of water who gives life wherever it flows, season after season, country or city, the life blossoms in every form of flowers, animals, etc and integrates even the concrete and the abstract as the bridge does…making a connection between peoples and Nature.

Karla Boluk:

My quilt square reveals the coming together of communities along the Grand River to engage, share and learn together

Jodie Birco Baker

For my square I wanted to represent and reflect the river in terms of layers. There are many aspects to a river system, including both ecological and cultural. There are several layers to my square, representing the various layers of the river itself. These layers are a manifestation of one particular day spent on the Grand River with my beloved dog, Luna.
On the bottom is the riverbed, containing rocks, sediment and creatures that live and eat within this layer. I walked in waist high water through the river, touching the bottom, stirring up debris and observing small crayfish, while Luna looked to see what else was moving below the surface. Currents may move quite differently in this layer, than say, the middle or upper layers of the river.
The next layer represents the middle layer of the river, which on that particular day, was sometimes quite swift and fast moving. The water colour looked different as the light didn’t have to travel as far to penetrate it. I remember being pushed and pulled, seeing swirls and eddies and in fact Luna got caught up in a fast moving current and I rushed to catch her. I remember the water felt cool and refreshing, I splashed Luna and she jumped to catch the water droplets.
The final layer is the top layer, the water now reflective and dancing as the light hits it. On this layer are various floating plants and insects, like dragonflies, flitting here and there, hovering above the water and zooming away, beyond the river’s edge. Luna and I laughed and played, looked down at the surface, watching water plants flow past, following the dragonflies and their mesmerizing aerobatics.

Marilyn Rudy- Froese

The Swinging Bridge

I grew up on a farm on a bend in the Nith River at what is now Luxemburg. Our long lane had a cement bridge to drive over, but when the snow melted in spring, the river rose over the cement bridge. We then had to park our car at the end of the driveway and walk across the “swinging” bridge to get to and from home. I remember my mother carrying bags of groceries across the bridge. I balanced my school books, pencil case and lunch on one arm (we didn’t use backpacks in the 1970s!), and used my other arm for balance, or to hang onto the cable if the boards were slippery. I lost many mittens in the river, when they got caught on a wire and dropped before I could catch them, but I never lost anything else, surprisingly!

Growing up by the Nith River shaped my childhood. We spent summers swimming in the river while my mother podded peas or “schnibbled” beans. We learned to read the river, noting the change in height with the changing seasons, planning ahead to get the required vehicles out to the end of the lane. At least once a year, we either were taken out of school early, or missed a day completely, because the river rose so high that we could not get to the footbridge. Only once did none of us make it home, and we had to spend the night with my grandparents in New Hamburg. It was easy to tell people where we lived: between Baden and New Hamburg, on the road just after/before the S-bends, on the farm with the swinging bridge.

It has been fun to make this quilt block; to stretch my creative quilting skills and try to capture the river, the lane and the swinging bridge. Remembering my relationship to the river has been meaningful. I’m grateful for this opportunity to be part of the Grand River Quilt Project.

Alison Hall

My wife and I wanted to leave the city of Kitchener and began to search properties online. Typing in “cottage”, we were so surprised to see a small house for rent just 15 minutes away and on the Grand River. We applied, site unseen, and moved in a month later. Eight years later, we still feel blessed and enriched living with the ever-changing river, mature trees, and wildlife that make this area home. We didn’t need to leave the city after all. This square is a “bird’s eye view” of the houses on our short street. Historically, all were cottages, some have been remodeled, but ours remains happily stuck in the sixties.

Nellie Hanuta

The Wandering Grand

The Grand River has so much to offer the many communities it winds its way through. Walking trails along the shore, picnic areas, forests, waters for boating, fishing, and swimming – a veritable summer vacation oasis or tranquil weekend getaway. When I first arrived in Guelph, I spent more than a few hours at Guelph Lake. The quiet setting reminded me of the Northern Ontario home I left and helped smooth the transition to Southern Ontario. 

“Summer Storm”

All the recent summer storms with black clouds rolling in, inspired this composition.

Hand-painted, with inks, on cotton, cotton batiks, machine embroidered details. “Raw edge”

Mary Kay Hopkins

A Forest Story.

A long time ago, a city girl fell in love with nature, trees in particular. She did the unheard of thing and enrolled in and earned an industrial oriented Forestry Degree. However, the “cut and pave” mentality of the seventies, pushed her in the opposite direction to work instead in education for the Conservation Authority. 

When given the opportunity to move to Wellington county and live alongside Cox Creek, a very small tributary of the Grand River. She jumped. Being a steward of 100 acres was heaven. Time  found her living in Guelph very close to Clythe Creek, a tributary of the Eramosa, feeding the mighty Grand River. 

Daily walks along one or the other are exercises in observation. Here, the industrial mentality has long disappeared. When nature, or Man dictates the felling of a tree, stumps are left. Some return to the earth and some foster new life.

This new life in turn draws animal elements to a new home. Coppice growth from the stump forms a shrub-like mini-grove that provides an environment for small animals and a multiple of songbirds. Some trees recover and become dominant again. Others stay as ground level shelters. The rescue and restoration of the banks of the Grand River are a dream coming true for many, myself included.

Susan Miller

I was born in Galt, Ontario and in my teens when the city of Galt, town of Preston, village of Hespeler and townships of North Dumfries, four quite distinct places, were amalgamated into the City of Cambridge. All were connected (and often further divided) by the Grand River and its tributaries. I spent much of my time on the various bridges that spanned the river, but truthfully gave the river very little thought. Then, one fateful day in 1974, the Grand River flooded, creating chaos and disastrous losses for so many. Twenty-four years later, the river flexed its muscle once again, taking the lives of a young boy and the officer who tried valiantly to save him. Each of those times, we were reminded that the picturesque, meandering river could be a powerful adversary and that our physically-divided city could come together to mourn, support and help each other move forward.
My quilt square is a photograph taken on the banks of the Grand River in Glen Morris by naturalist and photographer, Jeff Leader. I picked this square because it was such a pretty picture of a creature I admire, the white-tailed deer. I enjoy all types of needlework, so I embellished the photo by cross-stitching daisies around the perimeter, a line from “O Canada” at the bottom and a stylized maple leaf in the corner. I finished it by embroidering the beautiful deer and some of the surrounding grasses and adding some simple beading to the background.
It was many hours of pure pleasure to create this quilt square and I feel privileged to have my simple tribute to life along the mighty Grand included in the Grand River Quilt project.

Cathy Rowe

Who can’t admire the Grand and all the beautiful nature you see along her banks. Fond memories of canoeing and tubing different sections of her from Paris to Dunnville make me appreciate just how Grand she is.

I chose this sunset scene of the river, highlighting its rich green foliage along the shore with some batik and quilting fabrics, while trying to capture the moment of the river and glow of the sun with needle felting. Hope you enjoy it.

Marilyn Swaby

“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river in you, a joy” – Rumi

When Covid closed the Canoe Club, a fellow member and I bought kayaks. For three summers now, we have been exploring the rivers of the Speed, Eramosa, Conestoga and the Grand River Conservation waters. We decided to draw, paint or sketch anything new we discovered. Our booklets are call, “Summer School”. We have 80 paddle entries so far!

Once we “put in” and draw our first stroke, we sigh “This is our happy place”.

This summer I was introduced to eco-dyeing which is a method of printing flowers and leaves by layering them between papers or fabric and simmering them in water. I have been experimenting on all kinds of papers because they are easier to prepare than fabric but, I did stick in this piece of cotton. It is made mostly of maple leaves and reminds me of our lunchtimes n the river. We would paddle to a riverbank and back in under trees for shade. We marvelled at the varieties of maples, willows and pines throughout the three seasons…and the wonderful birds and animals that are looking back at us too.. 

Peggy Vacalopolous

As a Pisces, it is important to me to have fish represented in my square, symbolizing myself and my entanglement within the Grand River Watershed. The red-tail hawk up top signals to those viewing the square that they are looking underwater. The square is meant to evoke a dreaminess, paying homage to the spirit surrounding the river.

The Grand River means many things to me. As a child of immigrant parents from Greece, the river was something to be feared as it was a wilderness unknown to them. As I grew older, my relationship with the river changed, yet it has always remained a source of my leisure. As a graduate student researching the Grand River Community Play Project: The Voice of a River, my relationship to the river can be likened to an onion. Whereby there are many layers to be peeled away.

Overall, my square and the narrative behind it convey a rich and multifaceted relationship with the Grand River, reflecting both personal history and ongoing exploration. It is a testament to the power of nature to shape our lives and perspectives in profound ways.