(4)
Scan 4 Press the fabric flat (showing 2 other longwings that are pressed)
(5) Pin oversized white backgrounds with right side of butterflies facing the wrong side of the quilt background piece that would be 5.5" x 10.5"
(6) Stitch through the small stitch around the wings
(7) trim away the right side background, letting the wings show
(7.a) Scan 5 Turquoise
(7.b) Scan 6 WWII Red, white blue, print found in factory lot of collar miscuts and factory scraps from the 40s grab bag at antique store in 1998 and cut out this morning)
On Scan 6, the fabric came from this huge bag of 30s and 40s prints I acquired at an antique store. Every once in a while I like to imagine that the woman who miscut the fabrics on an accident may have worked like a man as best she could in the 40s when sons and husbands were uniformed soldiers in the Pacific or European theaters. I thought maybe the miscuts may have happened the week she got a telegram from the department of defense that she lost her beloved husband or son or boyfriend. Or maybe it was someone who bought or picked up freebie factory scraps left at the back door for employees to take home and sew into quilts or something. Maybe the quilt never got made due to losing the loved one she was thinking of when she took the scraps home with her, and couldn't give them up during her lifetime. 50 years later, she died, and someone found this odd bag of scraps from her past. They didn't sew, so they took it down to a second hand store and just left the bag on the doorstep or got a couple of dollars for a huge sack full of the factory cuts and some quilt parts sewn together. The second hand store dealer didn't know what to do with them either, and didn't have closet space after so many years of not doing anything with them either. Somehow, I landed there on the right day, and they came into my possession as I made wounded soldier quilts in another war for servicemen severely wounded. I tried to put a piece of that mother's quilt scraps into every red-white-and-blue quilt I could. This morning, I found one of the 5x6" with a slash pieces in the stack of 30 had gotten folded. It was just the right size for one of my longwing butterflies.
With it, I pay homage to a mother from another time who experienced a loss so heartbreaking she couldn't even look at the scraps she took home from that factory, now maybe 70 years ago or thereabout. She lost a beloved one in her life. She wanted something good to be done with her scraps, and somehow, a piece I'd never noticed before because it was crunched up between two awfully cut pieces in a stack of 22 that may have been 30 to 50 at one time (I've used from the stack several quilts before), and I had a real time of dipping it in water and reironing it. It still had sizing from back then to make the fabric stiff, but rinsing it softened it a little, but because it never had seen the light of day in 70 years, its colors were as pretty as the day it was printed and dried in a USA factory back east somewhere, made with old southern cottons, a grade up from homespun, but a grade down from broadcloth. (When you hold it to the light, you can see the uneven threads compared to today's cloths that are all maddeningly even), so characteristic of products our mothers produced, not ever having had experience working outside of the home in the world they grew up in the 20s and 30s). I have a little misty in my eyes.
God bless our dear mothers and grandmothers, even great-grandmothers, who lost loved ones in WWII. Their lives were made so much poorer by fighting, but our lives were made richer by having the threat of murdering groups of people whose Jewish faith in God made them the objects of Nazi/Muslim hatred, all 6 million of them. mass killed in 'the showers' in that terrible war in Germany alone. So many died. How many more were saved?
Our lost men prevented further Holocaust in the world. That's what they lived and died for. How can we honor those who lost them? Crying? Or living so that we support those who stand up to bullies with a "No, you're not going to kill people because YOU hate people who Hitler and his axis friends hated."
I love that sack of scraps more than all my beautiful, new, modern gorgeous yardages, dammit.