"Heartwood"

Heartwood 

I often rummaged through Grandma's attic,

thin cedar planks betwixt neatly folded timeworn quilts, 

velvet hats with satin ribbons, bows, delicate silk embroidery, 

and impossibly dainty white gloves with buttons 

all carefully folded and preserved from almost another century.

Was fascinated with her small black and white photos

of Yellowstone, 1915, Marguerite side-saddle upon a donkey -

smooth face, plumpish body, dark hair mesmerizing me.  

Other photos of dashing young men, smartly dressed,

proper women with hour glass figures skirted and buttoned-up, 

images of grandma's arms tantalizingly outstretched 

holding treats for begging bears -

all proof she'd been young once.  I'd put everything away,

carefully descend narrow wooden stairs and look at her - 

try to find 1915 in her sweet dear face.  She'd smile, knowingly.

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The watercolor of an old red cedar graced the walls of first, 

Grandmother's house, then ours.  Great-Grandmother Nellie painted it, 

lived in the Red Brick house just a mile from my childhood home, 

died their 34 years of age - measles and pregnant with a fifth child.  

Other paintings of hers: little yellow chicks, farm scenes, florals. 

Imagine her walking past kitchen garden, beyond white picket fence,

setting up her paints, hair and face sheltered beneath wide brim hat,

brush in hand, humming between laundry and kitchen chores.  

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A red cedar graces my childhood home's lot line,

was there when our house was built.  Recently stood beneath her - 

old arthritic branches extending far above my head.  

Remember the dark purple-blue berries I'd pick

when I was young.  See a young soft sprout and marvel at this offshoot - 

proof of the nurturing force of nature, of an old matriarch's 

protective shade - thankful my father never chopped her down

for firewood.  

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I find a fabric that quilts together these memories

and as I search for complimentary pieces and ponder patterns,

I anticipate wrapping myself up in cedar and berries, 

love and family. 

by Margaret Bednar, August 3, 2017

Painting by my Great Grandmother Helen Augusta (Lyford) Hutchins

Red Cedar trees can live up to 900 years.  The fine-grained, soft brittle pinkish to brownish-red heartwood is fragrant, very light and very durable, even in contact with soil.  Because of its rot resistance, the woods used for fence posts.  The aromatic wood is avoided by moths, so it is in demand as lining for clothes chests and closets, often referred to as cedar closets and cedar chests.

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Artistic Interpretations - Quilt Me a Poem"

The Eastern Red Cedar that was standing in my side yard when I was two years old and is
still there - a mile from where my Great Grandmother Helen Augusta lived - I like to think this
is an offshoot of the tree she painted above.  

Painting by my Great Grandmother Helen Augusta (Lyford) Hutchins

Of Nymphs & Gods

I see elephants, giants, cougars... what do you see?

“Of Nymphs and Gods"  

Elephants effortlessly leap

as cougars crouch and giants sleep

and I upon Gaia’s ample breast

relinquish time to nymph’s mystique.

Now then in cool of morning rest

heat rays abide in sun’s digest

broad lays day as banana leaves

give succor thou wanton guest -

until westward wind sighs and heaves

Aura’s artistry aside and conceives

a cumulus sky of fearful might

'tis fair Iris's name to which I cleave.

Silhouettes court jasmine's white
orange hues bring lovers in sight
quiet passions to golden steep
guide the hush of twilight's flight.

by Margaret Bednar (1 & 3)  & Gillena Cox (2 & 4)

Notes:

- In Greek mythology there were nymphs (Nephelae) of clouds and rain

- Gaia - Greek god of Mother Earth 

- Aura - goddess of the breeze and the fresh air of early morning

- Iris - goddess of rainbows and a divine messenger of the gods.  A link between the gods and mankind -  traveled with the speed of wind

- One of the most nourishing fruits known to man, the banana has been a life giving food in the tropics since ancient times.  As a result, many different cultures have tales about its origins and uses.  According to the Burmese, when man was created, he looked and looked for good food for himself and his children.   He came upon am beautiful, tall green tree with many fruits, being busily devoured by birds.  Seeing the birds eating eating the fruits, he knew that they must not be poisonous, so he shooed the creatures away and took the bananas to feed his family.  Ever since, the Burmese have eaten the fruits of the banana, which they call paw, “the birds told”.

- The Hawaiians, also fans of the fruit, which they call mai’a, tell a story that the brother of the goddess Pele brought the banana in his canoe to Hawaii from Tahiti.  They also believe mai’a to be the body of Kanaloa, their god of healing.

This poem was also highlighted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.