Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Ogallala Quilt Festival
As we drive to Dimmitt, about an hour away, the girls give me the lay of the land and an overview of the weekend's events at the quilt festival. I notice some ominous dark clouds, off on the right. OH, NO! I think to myself, this is TORNADO country!
I can handle earthquakes, but I have no idea what to do if there is a tornado. So I try to act casual and ask the girls, "If there was a tornado, would you show me what to do?" They both laugh and tell me, "we haven't had many tornado around here lately." Which, I find out later, is not the truth. As we are driving, Beth, from the back seat, tells me, "See that pile over there? That is where a tornado touched down and what is left of a mobile home." I tell Rosemary to pull the car over - I have to get a picture of this. I take my photo and get back in the car to the giggles of the girls and Beth telling me now. "Oh Melinda, that was just a pile of junk! They laugh again. (picture below)
The Ogallala Quilt Festival in held in this very small town. Being located between Amarillo and Lubbock, it is also within traveling distance to New Mexico. Quilters came from all over Texas to enjoy this fun festival. This is their 13th year and it keeps growing bigger every year. They invited me back in 2008 to be there featured teacher this year. Quite an honor. Next year they will have Paula Nadelstern.
I taught 3 classes and did my lecture on Friday for at least 300 people. After my lecture they had a quilt auction with a real Texas auctioneer who talked so fast it made my head spin. It was so fun.
I saw Longhorn cattle and real cowboys in tight jeans with spurs on their boots. Every time any of the girls saw or talked about a cowboys with tight jeans they all would smile and squeal for joy like they where 18 again. I even started to get the cowboy fever. There is something in their water. I am sure of it.
I was driven back to the airport by Lisa, a stylish young woman. She asked me if I had ever seen a zonkey? Nope, I had never seen a zonkey. So she whipped a u-turn to show me the zonkey. It's half horse, half donkey and half zebra. OK, so that adds up to an animal and a half - I'm an artist, not a mathematician. So cool.
So now, I am back in my home with green trees, rolling hills and traffic. I drive by people I will never wave at and live on a street where I don't even know the names of the people across the street.
Thank you Rosemary and West Texas for a wonderful time. I will never forget you!