German Sewing Diary page two

Continued from page one, the German Sewing Diary and Helli.

Sorry no pictures allowed.

If I can go by what Barbara says (girlfriend to Oliver), Oliver has become obsessed with this story as I have. It makes me giggle to think of our own story unfolding as we search for clues in the writings of a woman more than 80 years ago. There are layers and layers to this adventure. Should we say like an onion? But that would make you think it was stinky or produces tears. Then maybe it is like a rose with petals unfurling and revealing a center and fragrance oh so sweet. I have yet to figure out which it is to be.
Onward shall we?
Since we left Helli last, I have found/acquired another document that is very helpful to our story. Our curiosity lead both Oliver and I to the internet. Oliver found the name Neutzner in the diary. It was the last name of a set of grandparents. Paternal or Maternal we were yet to know. We found a family of Neutzner’s in Omaha, Nebraska. In particular a man named Heinz. By putting the last name in Ancestry.com we found even more.
On Monday of this week I found a phone number listed in documents on Ancestry.com for a Heinz Neutzner. With fear and trepidation I called the number. Thus began a whirlwind of conversations and discoveries. All of which I wish I could put here in this blog. But alas, there are living family members that I feel obligated to protect and honor their requests.
To help ease the pain of not concluding this mystery as I had hoped, I can tell you this much about Helli and the diary. Helli and her family did live through WWII. Her entire family immigrated to the US in 1954. She is alive and well and as I understand from speaking to her brother and sister, is still very lively and willing to chat with me. I hope I can in the near future.
While Helli was cleaning out her house to make a move to a smaller apartment and the notebook was tossed, thinking it had no significance anymore. Helli’s younger sister is not happy about this. She has contacted me and asked if she could buy back the diary. Since I have scanned the whole book and contents, I agreed to sell it back so it can remain with the rightful family. I am very sensitive about family heirlooms being lost, that is, a portion of why I reached out to find the Neutzner family. This Diary was looking more and more like a baby book.
Helli’s sister has spent many years collecting and writing a family memoir, with hope to publish it. They were kind enough to share it with me. It was this book, a very comprehensive look at not only the Neutzner family but a part of WWII that has been hidden and un-researched, that allowed me to know Helli and especially her mother on a very real level. Knowing why this woman who had so precisely logged the clothing and life events of Helli’s first 6 years, was the most important part for me. I have my answers now.
Some of you (my blog readers) with whom I have shared other details about this diary, I will be able to tell you more of what I learned over dinner sometime. But, alas, those of you who do not know me personally I will have to end the tale of the Sewing Diary here. And I was so looking forward to sharing with you page 14 & 24. Maybe at another time.
Auf Weidersehn.

A glimpse of Heli

Her name is Helene, but on the day she was born, September 11, 1930 her mother flushed with the birth of her first child began to call her Heli.
That is the first paragraph of the most interesting auction item I have ever purchased. The description of the item on the Auction website was “Up for auction is an interesting crafting notebook from the 1930's. It features different swatches of cloth and clothing designs. Included are some sewing cards and old postcards. Everything appears to be written in German.”

The photos were scarce and only a few of the items were pictured. So to bid on it was rather risky. But my gut told me that anything to do with sewing and a diary of sorts would be interesting no matter how small the information was, nor how hard it would be to translate it from German into English. So bid I did and won it for $17.00. I noted that the item was coming from the Iowa/Nebraska area. Knowing that many Germans immigrated to that area it made me curious when the diary/notebook had actually got to the US. These questions were just the beginning of a mystery that I am deep into now. Not only me but several of my friends. . .and now you if you continue to read.


When the book arrived I immediately determined that there were two languages to contend with. German, yes, but also something that looked to be Czech or Polish. The notebook which I will call a Diary was obviously in German. But the postcards and other ephemera were in the Czech/Polish. I began by scanning the Diary into jpegs that I could share with my many friends in Germany to enlist their help to translate. Oliver, in particular loves old books and old languages. I sent him the first page thinking he would not be interested in a woman’s sewing diary. Oh I was so wrong.

Oliver (part of my band of Krazy Krauts, they know I mean that effectionately) quickly told me the first page was written by the mother of Helene. Here is his translation.

Established/started (the diary) on 25. of June 1932
Sunday the 11th of September 1930 between 3:45 and 4 in the afternoon, our daughter Helene was born. After she had a bath (was cleaned up) I looked at the small, chubby-cheeked and red-cheeked child which was put into bed beside me. She weighed 3,75kg (8,27lb).
On the 23th of September at 7:30 in the morning, we’ll get her baptized.
The grandparents Neutzner, Franziska and Johann stood godparents. Heli got a nice “Taufbüchlein” (“baptism booklet” indicating that they were protestant, I think) with a pink ribbon, containing a 5 Kr (Czechoslovak koruna) piece with the year and birth-year 1930, as well as 300 Kr which we put on her savings account (unsure... maybe they just put the money in the abovementioned booklet). She was very good and quiet during the whole baptism ceremony. After a small breakfast, we dispersed (sounds better in German! maybe “we went separate ways”) only to all get back together in the evening for a “Taufschmaus” (baptism dinner).




Data from the first page: It begins on June 25, 1932. The mother is writing it in fountain pen. Helene (Heli) born on 9/11/30, christened 9/23/30. Godparents are also Grandparents Johann & Franzeska Neutzner.

Join me as I discover more about this little girl named Heli and help me. . .
Turn the page.

Embarking on Inspiration

The brain loves a challenge. It loves to grow and expand. So I have decided to feed it.
After working on that Ocean Floor necklace I wore it to Germany. My friend Siggi encouraged me to go further with this design idea. The bead embroidery on wool felt is at this moment my medium of choice.

With that in mind I cut out of paper a shape . At first I thought it looked like a bottle. But now I see a woman’s shape.

Make sure you click on the picture so you can see it larger and the detail.

I backed it with stiff interfacing, the kind you use to make fabric bowls. I started with the door. And started beading. I had sketched some of it on paper but most of it was on the fly.

Once backed with a knit backed faux leather and edged in beads I had to take a long time to figure out how I was going to hang it. I chose 3 strands that were somewhat braided. One strand is leather/suede. (found at the Pendleton Wool store as scrap) and two are beaded strands. The whole design was suppose to be inspired by Summer.

I really like how it came out



Staying with the same shape I was inspired by the Perseid Meteor Shower that happened in August. Having gone out late at night with friends to enjoy the sight.

Using another door but now with the stars being a focus, this design has really fueled my momentum. I want to start naming these objects (pendants). This purple with stars will be “Door Van Gogh” after Vincent Van Gogh’s painting Starry Starry Night.
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I still have to hang it and have been learning a new craft that will allow me to make my own cords. It is called Kumihimo. This is a kind of Japanese craft of braiding cord/yarn/string. This is the cord I braided for Door Van Gogh.

I think I will include a strand of beads and wrap them together.

The Summer one is now named “Door into Summer” after my mother’s favorite Sci Fi book by Robert Heinlein.

Here are some other samples of the Kumihimo I did with beads. I used wimple junk crochet cotton with some plastic beads I have, no idea what size they are but they do not slide easily on the cotton so it was a little time consuming doing this beaded rope. The yellow/green one is done with random colors. The Blue Pink has only one strand of pink and the rest is blue.

Right now I am testing a 16 strand braid using my Possum yarn. Yes, yarn made with Possum wool?/hair. My friend Brenda brought it back from New Zealand for me. I wasn’t sure how I was going to use it since I don’t knit. But this Kumihimo is a great opportunity to test it with. More on that later.

Perlen = Bead

Oh my goodness it has been way too long since I posted a project on this blog. I am ashamed of myself.
I have been busy creating, but not posting. Bad Mary, Bad Bad Bad Mary.



Inspiration has hit me smack in the middle of my forehead. This year has been full of ideas, momentum and encouragement from people I had not expected to hear from. I think I could zoom off into the stratasphere with all the energy and power these people have given me, if not for ONE thing. And that is so huge that it is the albatros around my neck.



TIME!



I must work and earn a wage. I must excercise and free myself from the scare of heart issues or stroke. I must spend time with family and create an enviroment that I can reap the benefits from later in my life. So with all of that chipping away at the clock, where do I find the time for creation?

I STEAL IT!

Sometimes they notice, but most of the time they don't . . .until it is too late.

Beading has taken over my design time. Blended with some embroidery as well. In Germany Perlen means Bead, once you know these other words then searching the internet becomes even better.

I want to share the results so far of my stolen time.

This one is titled "20,000 Leagues". I have always wanted to build a Mermaid cave or something of the like.
This started with a piece of hand dyed wool felt. I cut a very organic shape out of it. The green cabachones were placed first. They are actually enameled discs that are slighted domed.
While in the middle of it I took it to Bead Happy in Milwaukie to find some matching beads. There I showed it to the shop clerk and asked if I was making it to enter a contest. ??Contest? That is when I learned about the Fire Mountain Gem contests.
I think I just might enter it. It also gave me the idea to make other works for contests.

I wore this on the plane to Germany.

I also took this with me while visiting a friend in Bend. She took me to A Zillion Beads where again I pulled it out to match some colors. The clerks there as well as many customers drooled over it. I was pleasantly surprised. The shop manager suggested I become a showcase artist after she saw pictures of my other works.
Hmmmm this might be a good thing.

What I learned during this piece is that weight is a tricky thing. I like the shape but it does not wear well on a busty woman.

I found some "fairy doors' or some places call them wish keepers. I knew I wanted to bead embroider around them but was not sure how to start. My shape, again, came out of an organic meeting of my scissors and the wool felt.

From the very beginning I knew I would be making a series of these and after the first one was completed I had already designed the other 4.

Here is The Door into Summer" named after one of my mother's favorite Heinlein SyFy books.
Many bead embroidery artists cover the backing material completly with beads where as I love to have it become part of the design. Especially with my wool felt. I am now searching fo more hand dyed designs. Might do my own.
The texture the wool adds it so nice.

And this is a sneak preview of the next one. Titled "Door Van Gogh" As in Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Starry Night. In August we joined some friends to watch the meteor showers. This is my interpretation of the shooting stars we saw that night on a hilltop outside of Portland.

Just to be clear this is a work in progress, there are actual diamond like stones going in each of the stars.

My dear friend Siggi, from Germany, has pushed me into believing that I could sell items like these. And even developed the possibility of making evening bag/purses with my beading and embroidery on it. I need to work up more "stock" before I consider selling. I would much rather be a showcase artist or a teacher first. I'll start there.

DUCK, DUCK GOOSE!

This blog post will be full of pictures and captions and one small story.It is an excercise with the camera so please forgive the many grandchildren pictures. It was a beautifully sunny day at the duck pond here in Canby and I convinced Korban and Joy to be my subjects.
We went there at 4pm so the setting sun comes into the park from across the Molalla river and creates beautiful lighting.

Joy loves the tire swing and the regular swing.





Pushin' Big Brother







Doesn't this totally say "HE's not sharing!"

Now the short story. . . .
Keep your eye on the cream colored goose.Korban loves the animals so much he was feeding the geese straight from his hand. This is ok for ducks if they actually get close enough, but Geese. . .no.

NOw the goose is "posturing".

I'm beginning to get worried but still taking pictures.

Now you see the creamed colored goose has gone around behind the kids. She sure knows how to go in for the kill.

Joy figures out the next move. . .Run for Nana.
Korban got attacked, the goose was biting his shirt. Korban was very scared and ran to me too.


There are no pictures of what happened next, that is cause NANA was being attacked by the Goose. She postured and charged me. As I was running backwards only 2 feet from the pond's edge. I realized I was going to fall in if I didn't stop.
Yelling at the bird didn't help so with her 4 inches from my knees and snapping I took my right hand, made a fist and punched the bird in the back. She immediatly stopped and honked indignently and walked away, never to bother us again.
Now. . . please understand, I only used enough force to deter the goose, like you would to stop a Dog from chewing on something.
But it was quite a scene I wish someone else could have captured on film. I'm a hero in the kid's eyes. LOL!


Enough of the duck Pond. . .this picture reminds me of Hansel & Gretal.