I Admit it, I Sew Quilts

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Speaker 1 (00:10):
And we continue with our American stories. And our next
story comes to us from a listener, Paul Bauer, a
regular contributor out of the Great White North Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Here's Paul with a story he's entitled, I admit it.
I saw quilt.

Speaker 2 (00:32):
I think most of us have seen them. Behatifully colored
squares of fabric sewn together by hand into various patterns,
transforming into a magnificent homemade quilt. My grandmother made one
for me old pajamas that she had cut up and
sold into a lovely quilt. My church has a quilting club,
and each year the friend of ladies put on their

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hard work on display and sell them at our church festival.
Making these fine works of arts seems like the perfect
hobby for all women with lots of time on their hands.
While it is fair to refer to me as old
a woman would be a stretch, I'm six foot six
inch two hundred and fifty pound fifty nine year old man.
It is not uncommon for a complete stranger to ask

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me in passing whether I ever played football or basketball. No,
I would tell them I was a hockey and baseball
player back in the day, but not once as a
single person ever come up to me big fella and
asked if I sewed quilts. But it's time for me
to admit it. I'm no longer going to keep it

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a secret. I do, in fact, sow quilts. YEP. A
handful of years ago. I made my very first one,
and surprisingly I became hooked. But I don't want to
get ahead of myself. Sewing quilts was the last thing
I ever imagined I would be interested in doing. I
am always on the go. I'm horrible at sitting still.

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As much as I enjoy watching a football or baseball game,
I can't sit still long enough to watch a complete game.
Sitting in front of a television for that long is
not for me. But nowadays I can sit for hours
and hours in front of a sewing machine working on
my latest quilt. How did this come to be? It
started by chance seven years ago when my father in law,

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Ron passed away and it was time for Joan, my
mother in law, to go through Ron's belongings. She came
across his collection of T shirts. Ron loved classic cars.
He owned her nineteen sixty two Corvette that he restored.
Ron enjoyed going to classic car shows and mingled with
the other car lovers. He started a tradition of buying
T shirts at each of the sols he attended. When

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Joan started cleaning out dresser drawers, she didn't know what
to do with all these T shirts. Ron was a
big man, and Joan figured his shirts wouldn't fit anybody
in the family other than me. I didn't want to
disappoint her, so I said, sure, I'll take them. I
knew I would never wear them. Classic cars are not
my thing, but I graciously accepted her gift. The shirts were,

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after all, a nice reminder of my father in law.
Later that summer, I attended my niece's high school graduation
open house. There hanging on displaying their garage was a
quilt made of the various school sports jerseys my niece
wore over the years. It was unique and inspiring. Aha,
I said to myself, I now know what to do

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with Ron's T shirts. I will turn them into a
lovely quilt and surprise Joan, gifting back to her the
tea search that she gifted to me. With a slightly
different twist, I mentioned this idea to my daughter, Katy.
Katie learned how to sew from our neighbor who was
an avid sewer working full time at a local fabric store.
She invited Katie to over to their house now and

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then and taught her how to use the sewing machine.
I asked Katie if she would teach me the basics
so I could sole these shirts together for Grandma. She
was surprised in my interest in learning to sew, but
she thought I had a good idea, so she said, sure, Dad,
I can show you how to sew. I don't know
if you have the patience for it, but we can try. HI.
So that night I went to our local Joanne fabric

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store and I bought myself the cheapest sewing machine they had.
This was only a one time deal. This machine only
had last me one quilt and then I would store
it away or give it away, never to be used
by me again. Katie set the machine up for me,
showed me how to thread the bobbin and the needle,
which was not an easy task for these big myths
that I own finesse that's not my strong suit. She

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showed me how to put the two pieces of fabric
together face to face and using a quarterrant seam allowance.
How to start my project. I did lots of practicing
on scrap metal, and once I felt I had the
system down, I started on Ron's T shirts. They were
starting to come together. I could see a few flaws
and the lines were not perfectly straight, but I had
my first row done, three shirts side by side, separated

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by two inches of maroon fabric. When Katie came over,
I probably showed her my progress. Look, my first row
is done. Unable to hold back my excitement, Katie examined
my work and just say, if she was not impressed,
would be putting it mildly, Dad, She said, in a
tone that only a daughter could have. You have no
idea what you are doing. You have a good idea

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gifting this to grandma, But why don't you just pay
someone to do this for you? This looks horrible. I
was taken aback, shocked by her blunt review of my
hard work. I sat there for a few seconds, putting
my ego in check, and thought about it a bit
before responding, perhaps she is right. I am indeed out

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of my comfort zone, and the start to Jones Quilt
is a little bit sketchy, I had to admit. But
then I responded, Katie, I said, you are right. I
could pay someone to make this for Grandma, but I
don't think would mean as much to her. I think
she would like it a lot more knowing I made
this for her, flaws and all. I'm not so sure
Katie was convinced, but I was. In my mind. I

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knew I had a good idea and I was determined
to see it through. I ain't no quitter. The next day,
when I started working on Joan's quilt again, I realized
Katy did me a huge favor with her honest assessment.
She provided me all the motivation I needed to put
this quilt together for Joan. The competitive side and me
kicked in. Not only was I going to finish this

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for Joan, but now I was determined to show Katy
I could do it as well. I gave myself some
more time to practice, and then started back on the quilt.
Before I knew it, my first quote was finished. Yes,
that wasn't perfect, but I think it looked pretty darn good,
and as with most gifts, it's the thought that counts.
Joan was indeed surprised, but she loved it, and to

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this day she has a display in her living room,
draped over the back of their sofa. Mission accomplished, I
put that cheap sewing machine away, never to be touched
by me again, out of sight, out of mind. A
couple of years later, my son Tim passed away unexpectedly.
This time it was me who came across drawers full
of T shirts Tim's two children. My grandkids were ages

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eight and two at the time. I didn't want them
to figet about their daddy, So my next two quilts
were born T shirt quilts for my grandkids, with an
added twist of photos I printed out with them and
their dad, enhancing some of the squares. I started getting
this T shirt quilt making down, and I have to
admit each one was getting a little bit better than
the others. I was getting the hang of this sewing thing.

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I started enjoying it so much that I began looking
for additional reasons to make my next quilt. I volunteer
some of my time at a local assisted living center,
and in doing so I got to know some of
the residents quite well. Don is a resident there who
became my weekly cribbage partner. I learned how he had
a Harley Davidson, and he loved to ride motorcycles back
in the day. He was even a member of the
motorcycle Club in Montana along with his friend Evil Knievo.

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So one day I went to a nearby good Will
store in search of Harley Davidson's t shirts. I found
a few that I knew it worked quite well in
his quilt, along with the Harley Davidson leather jacket. Perfect.
I purchased these and cut them up, sewing the shirts
together along with the pockets and zippers from the jacket,
and I gifted these to my good friend Don. His
surprise and his smile that was priceless. But I still

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only knew how to make the basics at this point.
So I stopped in my local joy and Fabric store
and told the friendly lady at the sowing counter my
latest idea and asked if she could show me how
to sew a stitch that I hadn't mind. Sure, she said,
she was eager to show me some of her tricks
and shortcuts. She sat me down on her machine, showed
me how to start and stop this new stitch and
how to set it up on the machine. Sit here

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and give it a try. She said. So I took
her practice fabric and with my hands close to the needle,
I started. But suddenly I screamed ouch, and I pulled
my hand away. The nervous employee yelled, oh no, are
you okay, Slyly, I said, just kidding. I showed her
my hand was just fine. At first she gave me
a mean glare, but then a few seconds later she

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had a big smile and staid with a chuckle. Nobody
has ever done that to me before. Maybe there were
not a lot of pranksters in the sowing community, but
sometimes I can't help myself. At this point, I had
run into a problem. My cheap sewing machine, while it
lasted longer than the one quilt I had bought it for,
was starting to act up. It was breaking down. That Christmas,

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my daughter, Katie, the same daughter who I love so
much and who motivated me with her honest feedback. This
precious daughter of mine surprised me and gifted me a
sewing machine. Not the cheapest at the store like I
had picked out, this one was much more advanced, with
many more stitching options. It's even digital and so much
easier to use. I almost feel like I'm cheating when
I use it. As you can tell, I could go

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on and on, as I had made many others as well.
Who would have thunk it me? Six foot six inch
Paul Joseph Bauer, maker of quilts. That has a pretty
nice ring to it, and it is a badge I
now wear with pride. So anyway, next time you meet
a stranger who's built like a little linebacker or a
tight end and you aren't sure how to break the
ice and start a conversation, perhaps rather than asking if

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you ever played football, you could ask him if he
sews quilts. Imagine surprise if he responds with a resounding
yes and he begins to describe the various quilts he
has made and how he has found an enjoyable way
to spend cool Minnesota winter evenings in front of a
fancy sewing machine rather than in front of the television.

Speaker 1 (10:14):
And a special thanks to Greg Hangler for the production
on the piece, and thanks to Paul Bower, a regular
contributor in Minneapolis, Minnesota. And my goodness, the image of
a six foot six gentleman wandering around at Joanne's for
himself and probably alone, is worth the price of that story.
And by the way, I admit it, I love to iron.

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I'll iron my clothes, my wife's clothes, my wife's mother's clothes,
my daughter's clothes. I'll iron the cat if it's possible.
The story of Paul Bower's sewing passion. Here on our
American stories.