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eerie evening

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Fears

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I saw a light in the woods tonight

low, through the tangled branches of spruce

and the crowded stems of fir

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white in the dark –

a gleam where only night should stir

like the lamp of a stranger, lost

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but the glow was steady and still

and in less than the catch of a breath I knew

all I saw was the rising moon

beyond the hill

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I heard a cry in the woods tonight

soft and low through the tangle of spruce

and the thicket of fir

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a moan in the dark

a sob where only the wind should stir

like the frightened tears of a child

alone

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but the cries held no human word

and in less than the catch of a breath I knew

the wail of a wildcat on the prowl

was all I heard

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Copyright  Jane Tims  1990

Written by jane tims

October 31, 2012 at 7:29 am

Happy Halloween

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In Canada, October is a month for celebration.  We have our Thanksgiving in mid-October, and, on the 31st, Halloween.

I have a few Halloween-themed post cards.  I display these over our fireplace, on a string, attached by clothespins.  They make a festive banner to complement the orange pumpkins and other decorations.

Halloween symbols are spooky…

but some witches are not so terrifying….

and the light of a Jack-o-lantern helps make the paths less eerie…

Happy Halloween!!!!

Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

October 29, 2012 at 9:01 pm

log cabins and humble beginnings

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In a recent post (October 17, 2012), I wrote about my shoemaker great-great-grandfather, Josiah Hawk, and his daughter, my great-grandmother, Ella Hawk.

schoolhouse in Upper Canada Village, Ontario

When I was in Upper Canada Village in Ontario in September, I saw many houses and a way of life that reminded me of  Ella’s family history.

Ella’s story begins before she was born, with the Hawk and Kresge families of Monroe County, Pennsylvania.  I know a lot about these families, since both families have relatively complete genealogies.

Both the Kresges and Hawks were part of a large community of German immigrants who lived in the vicinity of Gilbert, Monroe County, from the late 1700s onward.  In 2004, my husband, son and I visited the area and I went to church in the community.  The congregation welcomed me warmly and I was told many of the people in the church shared my ancestry!

pioneer home in Upper Canada Village, Ontario

The Census of 1790 lists both of Ella’s great-grandfathers, Coonrod Crase (Conrad Kresge) and Conrad Hawke.  Conrad Kresge had a son Johannes whose daughter Sarah Ann, was Ella’s mother.  Conrad Hawke had a son Michael Hawk, whose son Josiah (the shoemaker) was Ella’s father.

The Kresges and Hawks were true pioneers and life for them was difficult.  In about 1777, while clearing land, Conrad Kresge lost one of his sons at the hands of a band of Native Americans, who carried out raids on the community.   This story is depicted in a memorial to Conrad Kresge in the Gilbert cemetary.

Memorial in Gilbert cemetary, depicting story of Conrad Kresge clearing land, and his son who was killed by an arrow

Although no other stories have survived the years, I have been able to learn quite a bit about these people from the genealogies.  For example, I can piece together something of my great-great-great grandfather Michael Hawk’s life in Middle Creek, Pennsylvania.  For example, for the year 1807, when he was 13 years old, he was the youngest of nine children.  Of his five brothers and three sisters, only his older brothers John (19 years old) and Peter (16) remained at home.  Siblings Nicholas (25) and Suzanna (23) had been married the year before, and on October 29, 1807, Suzanna gave birth to a set of twins, no doubt an exciting family event.  His much older brother John George (37), living in the community of Effort, and his sister Anne Margaret (33), in Chestnut Hill, must have seemed a generation away, since  John George’s daughter Elizabeth, Michael’s niece, was only four years his junior.

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Michael, alone

(Middle Creek, 1807)

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November has worked its way

into the wood pile, I use Papa’s axe

to split kindling, I blow rings into

the cold air, everyone is away, gone to

Chestnut Hill to see

Suzanna’s twins

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everyone leaves –

they become like strangers

Catherine, run off to Seneca Lakes,

Nicholas married last year,

John and Peter, itching to go

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Mama calls me her baby

well, I’m the same age as the Kresge boy,

killed by an arrow thirty years ago –

but that’s an old story

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I look across the cornfield

to the oak woods where leaves still cling,

they glow like copper

noone lurks there now

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Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

gravestone reads: Michael Hawk – was born Feb 8th 1794 – died April 20 1846 – Aged 52 years 2 months 12 day

Written by jane tims

October 26, 2012 at 10:00 am

windy October drive

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On Monday, I went on a drive to Cambridge Narrows, to visit an antique store and a roadside market.  My goal: to buy some Nancy Drew mystery books for my collection and some pumpkins for Halloween.

It was a blustery day, windy enough to put some whitecaps on the St. John River…

The wind was especially evident along the former Trans-Canada Highway, where dry leaves have gathered in all the ditches.  Since only a few vehicles use this older highway, the leaves blow into the roadway…

The day had a luminous quality, in spite of the wind.  Most of the reds are gone from the trees, leaving the yellows of the poplars, the rusty-orange of the oaks and the gold of the tamaracks…

I had a successful day.  I bought some small pumpkins at a roadside stand…

three little pumpkins from the roadside vegetable stand (the faint eyes in the background are the amber eyes of our owl-andirons)

I also added five books to my collection of Nancy Drew mysteries…

five new mysteries for my collection… enough ghosts and glowing eyes for a spooky Halloween

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andiron

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wrought owl with amber eyes

perches on the hearth

hears a call in the forest

six syllables and silence

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Great-horned Owl, light gathered

at the back of his eyes,

and the oscillating branch

after wings expand and beat

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iron owl longs for a glimpse

of the sickle moon

the shadow of a mouse

sorting through dry leaves

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in this cramped space

night woods are brought to their essence

fibre and bark, sparks and fire

luminous eyes

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Copyright  Jane Tims 2012

covering the pumpkins

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This year our garden was an unqualified failure.  Between the slugs and the shade, none of my poor pumpkin vines made it to the orange pumpkin stage.  But in the past, we have had worthy pumpkin patches.  One year our pumpkins were so prolific, one of the vines even strayed upward, into a maple tree.  In October, we had an orange pumpkin in the tree, about four feet above the ground.

my son with pumpkins from our garden, about 22 years ago

This year, my pumpkin sightings have been in other people’s gardens and in the bins at the grocery store.  At least I am spared the desperate efforts of the past, to squeeze one more day of growing from the season, by covering the pumpkins before the frost.

a prolific pumpkin patch, photographed during our visit to Ontario in 2011

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covering the pumpkins

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on the mattress, these sheets

are ample, enough for warmth

and twist and tumble

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spread here, on low-lying ground

they barely cover one of twenty

pumpkins, one loop of vine

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weather channel warns of frost

will wilt these leaves, cold-kiss

this perfect orange with brown

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vines stretch, toes creep

from under, beg more time

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Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

October 22, 2012 at 7:18 am

making a quilt

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One of the things I love to do as winter approaches is to make a quilt.  My quilts are not the beautiful, hand-stitched, carefully patterned quilts I admire.  My quilts are usually patchwork and often machine sewed, although some I quilt by hand, with long, uneven stitches.

a few of the quilts I’ve made, mostly lap-sized quilts for winter evenings

This fall, I am working on a quilt for our bed, in the theme of ferns and poppies.  I have used an old blanket covered in blue roses as the batting, given to me years ago by my uncle.  It has a large tea stain in one corner and is not as warm as our modern bedding, but I would like to keep it for sentimental reasons, so I am using it as the base for my new quilt.

For the fabric, I am using various bits and pieces I have collected over the years.  I can’t resist fabrics and when I visit the store, I often leave with a half meter of a fabric I love, even if I have no planned project.

I am planning to make the quilt entirely by machine, following a method my Dad told me his mother used.  She would take an old blanket and sew the patches on by hand, one at a time, covering the adjacent seams as she went.

First, I chose a width for the patches and cut a piece of sturdy cardboard for the template.  I marked the fabric with bands in the width of the template, to use as an inked guideline to keep my fabrics straight…

Then I cut my fabrics the width of the template and arrange them, right sides together and pin them to the blanket, making sure the edges of my fabric follow the inked guidelines…

Then I sew a seam…

When each piece is sewn, I open it to the right side to reveal a neatly attached patch…

Once I have worked my way around the blanket, attaching one row of patches, I will add another row, leaving one inked guideline row empty.

After I have finished the rows of patches, I will add long strips of fabric to fill in the empty rows and to cover the rough edges left by the first rows of patches.

I will have to pin and top-sew the other edge of this strip of fabric, to cover all the raw edges.

Then, when all the edges are hidden or turned in, I will top-quilt all of the patches with the machine.

The last step will be to select a fabric to cover the other side of the blanket.  I think I will attach this layer with ties, another old-fashioned method of making a quilt.

I’ll show you the quilt when it is completed, probably next year!!!

Do you make quilts and what is your method???

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Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

October 19, 2012 at 12:51 pm

occupation: shoemaker

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On a short vacation to eastern Ontario last month to visit my niece, we visited Upper Canada Village.  It was a memorable day.  My favorite of the many buildings on site was the shoemaker’s workshop.  I was particularly interested because my great, great-grandfather, Josiah Hawk, was a shoemaker.  I know this from two sources, an entry in the Pennsylvania Census for 1860, and a list of the items in an Inventory and Appraisement at his death in 1865 at 33 years of age.

In 2001, I became interested in studying my maternal great-grandmother Ellen’s history.  Ellen (Ella) was Josiah’s daughter.  One evening, I was puzzling over a poorly copied entry in the 1860 Census, trying to figure out his occupation.  I was tired and my eyes went a bit blurry … by bending the paper a little, I suddenly saw what it said… ‘Master Shoemaker’.  My delight at this discovery was immense.

Later, when I read a list of Josiah’s property at the time of his death, his occupation was confirmed.  His belongings included: ‘…1 shoe bench, 1 lot of shoe mackers [makers] tools, one cramping [crimping] machine, [and] 1 lot of leather …’, among other worker’s tools.

I have relatively little information about my great-grandmother’s life, but I can imagine that she knew her father’s profession and his workshop.  Perhaps, as a little girl, Ella played in the workshop and knew the smells of the leather and the sounds of the shoemaker at his work.

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leather and boot polish

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the leather in my Papa’s shop

makes a kind of tent

where I can play

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Papa pays me no attention

sews seams in Mr. Gruber’s boots

heels a pair of Sunday shoes

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at church, I bend to see

beneath the benches

all those solemn feet

wearing Papa’s leather

boots and shoes

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Copyright Jane Tims 2012

Written by jane tims

October 17, 2012 at 9:39 pm

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