Missing Pieces

As I mentioned before, I have been working on a memory quilt. I have been using pieces of fabric from clothes my grandmother, mother, daughter, sister and I have sewn over the years, supplementing  with pieces of new fabric depicting something that creates a memory for me. I still haven’t gotten up the courage to cut the shirts I saved that belonged to Jason.

 

 

To supplement the fabric I had, I have bought pieces of fabric that remind me of playing Yahtzee and other games with Jason, fabric that reminds me of making fresh strawberry jam and Jason using a piece of bread to get the last bit off the bottom of the pan. Fabric with a teddy bear hugging a blanket that reminded me so strongly of Jason when he was a baby that it made me cry. He loved his blanket – his “EE,” he called it. I have bought pieces of fabric that remind me of family vacations and other things we used to do. Memories.

 

 

 

The local fabric shops haven’t had much of what I have been looking for, so I have had to resort to ordering online – etsy, fabric.com, eBay, etc. Of course, it ends up being much more expensive than walking into a local fabric store to make a purchase because shipping costs really add up on top of the cost of the fabric. Also, I take the chance of the item not being the quality I would want or the size I need to fit into my quilt pieces or whatever.

I ordered several pieces from a few vendors on etsy, after spending a great deal of time looking and looking. Each package comes with tracking, so I can see when they are delivered. Two packages showed they were delivered to our mailbox on Saturday, March 17th, at 1:09 p.m., but they simply weren’t there. They never showed up. I asked our neighbor if he got them by accident, and he had not.

My husband went to the post office with the tracking numbers on Monday, and the postmistress (after looking up the tracking numbers in their GPS system) said they were delivered to and left in the mailbox of an entirely different address nowhere near us!!! They flat out gave them to the wrong people.

She asked the driver and, of course, he didn’t remember anything about them and they weren’t in his truck. She drove out the the address and couldn’t find them in any mailbox or locate anyone to ask if they had received them. When I called to ask her on Tuesday about the packages, she said that people usually realize they have something that doesn’t belong to them and bring them back in. She suggested we just wait a couple weeks to see if they show up.

I called her again on Friday to find out the status of my packages. She said that on Thursday they had put notices in the mailboxes of any address that was similar enough to ours that could have received the package, asking them to return them to the post office if they had them. So far, they still haven’t shown up.

This is just so frustrating to me. Besides the absolute incompetence of the post office delivering my items to someone else and some person having the audacity to keep what doesn’t belong to them, I feel like I have such an emotional investment into making this quilt that it’s hard not to react emotionally. It just makes me want to cry or yell at someone or something. Don’t they know how important this is to me? No, of course they don’t, and they really couldn’t care less.

The vendors did not ship the packages with insurance, so I have no recourse for them to replace the items. They shouldn’t have to replace something and be out of pocket because the post office lost their shipments. I shouldn’t have to put out more money to replace them because of the incompetence of the post office. If they don’t show up this week, I’m going to contact the U.S. Postal Inspector and file a report with them.

© 2018 Rebecca R. Carney

UPDATE: 3/27/18

Still no lost packages found and delivered by the post office. I stopped by today to talk to the postmistress. She said she has done everything she could do. I asked if I could file a claim with the post office to get the money back I had spent for the items they had lost. She said that, unfortunately, if the shipping vendor didn’t think the contents were worth insuring (which neither of them had sent with insurance), then the post office doesn’t consider them of any value and will not pay for the lost items.

Perhaps it’s time to switch gears for a while and start collecting fabric for the butterfly quilt I’ve been thinking about. I’m open to suggestions on where to get some fabric that won’t cost me an arm and a leg!!

 

Memory Quilt

When we lived in Oklahoma, I started making a memory quilt. I pulled it out last week to start working on it again. Even though I have lost so many things that meant something to me in our many moves, I somehow managed to keep pieces of leftover fabric from my family of sewers – from my grandma, my mom, my own sewing from jr. high on, my sister’s sewing (my wedding dress, Easter outfits for Jenna, etc.), Jenna’s sewing, etc.

I have pieces of fabric from one of the first dresses I ever sewed for myself, pajamas I made when the kids were little, shirts I made for the boys and dresses I made for Jenna. I have a piece of fabric from a robe I made and wore in the hospital when Eric was born. I have scrap pieces from shirts my grandma made for herself and from dresses and shirts my mom made for herself. In my mind, I can picture each and every article of clothing and the person who wore it. I am supplementing with fabric I’ve purchased that triggers a memory for me – a piece of fabric with pictures of chocolate chip cookies (because Jason loved to make chocolate chip cookies), video games the kids used to love, chess pieces (Jason’s favorite game), math quotes, etc.

One thing I terribly regret is not keeping more of Jason’s clothing. I’ve talked before about feeling pushed to go through his room before I was ready and how I would do things differently if I knew then what I know now. I kept a couple of shirts, his letterman jacket, a sweater and a sweatshirt he wore all the time. I have a Halloween costume I made when Jason was little, a white tee shirt and one with the Pillsbury dough boy that he loved. I’m not sure I actually have the courage to cut them up to put into my quilt. I also have a couple of Jason’s hats that he loved as a little boy.

Jason didn’t have a lot of clothes and, even though he was a tee shirt kind of guy, he always looked classy. He loved dressing up in three piece suits, white shirt and tie, dress slacks and a vest, a tux and his top hat, white gloves and cane for extra-special occasions. I have his hats and gloves, although the cane was lost somewhere along the way.

This week I sat hugging his letterman jacket and crying. It’s a tough time of year for me, this approach to March 3rd. Hugging a coat is a poor substitute for hugging my boy.

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Jason David Carney – 7/29/82 – 3/3/02

Missing you, Jason. I love you.

~Mom

© 2018 Rebecca R. Carney