Early stacking on the stash. At left Curt Stromberg, son of Lorraine Stromberg, whose stash it was.

 

 

 

Truck almost empty. When the doors were first opened I wasn't there with the camera, but the truck was loaded right to the doors and full to the ceiling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

St. Dunstan's grounds were lovely, and Seattle's weather was at it's best for this time of year.

 

 

Parking lot...

 

 

Grounds again...

 

 

 

 

The stash after we had separated out all the non-quilting fabric (2 stuffed van loads) and sent that to Deseret Industries and St. Vincent de Paul. This is purely batting and boxes of quilt fabric. 50 boxes of quilt fabric were distributed to 10 charity quilting groups, primarily involved with wounded veterans, the families of veterans lost, children in hospital wards and one battered women's shelter.

 

A very pretty little HA-1.... which proved to be my own undoing... Hey, I said I was keeping primarily Class 15 machines, and it is a Class 15 machine!

 

 

 

Picture board 1...

 

 

 

Picture Board 2...

 

Picture Board 3

 

Jennifer Hill and Mike Rust working on...

 

 

Jennifer Hill's early Raymond... she sewed on this all TOGA long...

 

 

Linda Allen working on the Davis vertical feed that she absolutely wasn't going to buy and absolutely wasn't going to take home... but whichi is now, treadle and all, disassembled and stashed in her luggage!

 

 

The dremls, with the help of their New Zealand button hound, kept busy gathering buttons that were dropped on the floor. They also salvaged some buttons from the Stromberg Stash.

 

 

This is a pretty darn good picture of a TOGA in full swing...

 

 

Pat Nordmark finds a quiet moment and a quiet corner to learn to play the mountain dulcimer.

 

When they began to get under foot, we shooed the dremls outside, where they managed to find an unworked lode of buttons, which, of course, they did a rapid job of mining...

 

While out in the garden, they came upon St. Francis, who conducted a "Blessing of the dremls". In his hand is str... who was born torRuby and clode right here at this TOGA. The birth was a great surprise to Clode, who hadn't seen ruby in two years. Some folks were unaware that dremls have an indefinite gestation period. Once conceived, the young are carried until a safe and comfortable time for them to be born. Given the varied but often harsh conditions of climate and terrain in the areas of Treadleonia that were the original habitat of the dremls, this was a valuable evolutionary development for the preservation of the species... so that young were not born during bad times or while the tribe was on a long and arduous trek.

 

Jennifer Hill conductiing a free motion quilting workshop

 

Important TOGA rule... leave the environment as if you had never been there....

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some opening remarks by Capt. Dick

 

Several views of the group and the room we were in

 

 

 

 

 

Sue Mullis tells "Stiffy the Dog"

 

 

 

 

Capt. Dick and Uncle Louie... Louie generally insulting everyone and the Captain trying to control him.

 

 

 

Captain Dick's living room

 

Driveway... dashing out between showers to look under the plastic at Mr. Sewdandy's machines... Cindy's trailer, Scamp, behind..

 

We had rain and not rain, but when rain threatened, it was pretty downright intimidating... All of these cars, clean out of sight around the bend and down a branch road to the right, are ours... same in the opposite direction. We figure we had 75 people here.

 

A period of not rain...

 

an Eldredge and a modern Necchi hand crank

 

 

Bad pic, but that table was full and so was the floor. By the time everyone left, only a few heads were in sight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Captain's Quilt

Front

Note mape of Treadleonia as center block

 

 

Captain's Quilt

Back

Special "Early Treadleonia" emphasis block in center

 

 

Back

Center Block

Upper Left: An outline of the map of Treadleonia (or a sewing machine... funny about that...) and notes on my activities... kites, ventriloquism, bows, sailing, story telling, drmls, dulcimers, quilts and bears.

Upper Right: a complex sailboat

Lower Left: a Starbuck's shop and coffee cup

Lower Right: a helms wheel (for steering Treadleon?)

And

Center: The original poem/invitation that invited travelers to visit Treadleonia:

" Treadle On, Traveler, and Boldly Go!

Adventure awaits, for those brave of heart,
Who're willing to venture to strange foreign parts.
Study the map, laid out down below,
Plan out your trip… then boldly go!
 Aye, there's danger and risk, but the brave don't complain;
They think of the knowledge that they stand to gain.
There are books, and instructions o'er which you can pore,
About treadles and hand cranks… long forgotten lore!
 You will find a warm welcome from those who live here.
They'll help with those things that you might think to fear.
So stand by your "list family" and your Treadleonian Oath.
If you'd seek knowledge and friendship, here you'll find both!"

 

(( Dammit!!! I'm choking up as I read this and put it in and think about this TOGA.. ))

 

 

 

Ann's Quilt

Themed to music... with notes, hearts, teachups and sailing included.

(For those who aren't aware, Ann really loved the 10 years we lived on our boat)