Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones 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... |