Category Archives: Doug Weaver

There’s a great movie from 1966 called “The Russians Are Coming.” It tells the tale of a Soviet sub that got stuck in shallow water along a New England coast. I won’t bother you with the details, but it’s pretty … Continue reading →

LIMON, Colo.  – I’m a lucky guy. There aren’t a lot of perks that come with a newspaper job these days except for the job itself.  But one that comes my way each May is the road. Because along about … Continue reading →

I had a dream last night.

I’m not sure about the why of the dream. Maybe because I’m feeling a mite guilty about shirking this blog. Maybe because I saw “True Grit” on Friday night. Maybe bad pizza.

Anyway, my Great Aunt Rose, long passed, came to me Rose comes haunting : My, could she talk!last night. But she was the age of 14-year-old Mattie Ross, the smart-as-a-whip employer of Rooster Cogburn in the True Grit story.

Now, this wasn’t a nightmare. For instance, she didn’t pack a Colt Dragoon pistol in a cloth bag the way Mattie did.

But she sure talked the way Mattie did … that concise mix of classic, Old West formality that could cut you to the quick before you knew you’d been cut.

“Now, Douglas, I come upon you this night because of a sin of omission on your part.”
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I had the pleasure of visiting Colorado recently. It was perfect … the skies blue, the aspens just turning yellow, the waters running pure.

Bear Lake: Rocky Mountain National Park And the air … uh … thin.

Now, I’m not one to leave much to my imagination. But amid the fantastic beauty of a narrow trail that we were hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park, I saw two moose.

The moose were off the trail about 15 yards, to the left, knee-deep in a small lake and munching on brush.

I swore they were carrying quilts.

Yep, quilts. One moose was draped in a purplish and white creation … it was clear the quilting was well done. And the other … well, he or she was on a mission. Folded quilts were stacked atop its head like baskets atop an Indian merchant. These quilts were more of the blue, green and white variety. Nice, though.
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When you’re going to lose something you love, you gather the memories as best you can. You quilters know this. It’s a part of life.

Summer DunesMy family is losing a place that we’ve known for more than 35 years – a smallish cabin on a Northern Michigan lake. I won’t bore you with the whys and wherefores … just something I and my siblings have to do.

As to memories, well … we have many but never enough. So when I was up there a couple of weeks ago, wandering among booths at an art show in nearby Suttons Bay, we spotted a “Quilts by Ann” sign.

I’m a sucker for any “Quilts” sign. So we had to stop in.

Oh my … glad we did!

Ann Loveless was hard at work. There was a good crowd sizing up the many framed and unframed quilt projects she offered.

I zoomed in immediately on what she calls her “confetti quilts,” in which she takes thumbnail scraps of fabric and layers them to create magical Michigan landscapes.
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