Thursday, May 5, 2011
Close to Nowhere
Paducah in springtime
“I never knew the charm of spring, Never met it face to face, I never knew my heart to sing... April in Paris...”
April in Paris has nothing on April in Paducah, Ky.!
A friend and fellow Piecemaker of Oxford quilt guild member, Sandi Cade and I, along with youngest granddaughter Remy, left early Wednesday morning, in all the thunderstorms and flooding for “the” quilt show in Paducah.
This is, I think, my eighth year for the quilt show. Sandi and Remy had never been. I have to admit that the main reason Remy went was to stay with my sister Jackie, while Sandi and I were in quilt heaven.
Flood waters tried to ruin the trip and quilt show, but you just can’t keep a quilter away from Paducah!
We barely made it across the two bridges on Hwy. 7, just before Hudsonville -- they were at least five to seven inches deep in flowing water.
And Paducah has had enough water, also. The city had to close the flood gates to the Ohio River and move all the quilts, classes and vendors to different places.
The City of Paducah did a spectacular job! The American Quilter’s Society did a spectacular job!
And of course the quilts, wherever we found them, were stunning, spectacular, amazing, beautiful and gorgeous (though a couple were downright ugly! Beautifully-made, but ugly).
Sandi almost lost it at Hancock’s of Paducah -- a quilt store beyond compare! Then, she discovered the store that’s always in a brick building near the National Quilter’s Museum -- $3-$5 a yard fabric. Just to be fair, I knew about all these places, been to them many times and I almost always lose it in them!
Wednesday night, we were all exhausted when we headed toward the “Confluence” of the Ohio and Mississippi rivers. We were in no mood to see the Kentucky Highway Department trucks parked across the road just before the approach to the bridges.
There is three miles of that road under seven feet of water. We wanted to try it anyway, but the really nice man wouldn’t let us. Thank goodness!
We were in the small town of Wicklyffe, Ky. The motel there was full. We drove back toward Paducah until we came to a small town that we didn’t know the name of. There was a lady and her grandson behind the desk (at 10 p.m.) and quilts on the walls and a dog asleep on the floor.
She had one room for one night. And we had a bed!
The adventure will continue next week...
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