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It is time for the Bloggers’ Quilt Festival again. Since I am working on commissions which can not be published yet, I will enter an older quilt into the festival this time.


This wall hanging was made in 2004, and is one of a series of quilts I made using old photos taken on and around the island where I live.


The photo I used here, was taken sometime in the 1920ies during the cod fishing season, which is usually in February till April. It is probably early in the season since there is still snow.

The photo is taken on the fjord, which we have a good view of from our house. As you can see, there are lots of small boats on the fjord, each one hoping to get their share of the valuables still swimming deep down underneath, – hence the title I assigned to this piece: “Our Share of the Silver”.

Some women owned their own boats and gear, and traditionally they occupied the innermost part of the fjord, which was then called “Kjerringhavet”, – meaning “The Women’s Sea”


I manipulated the photo so that there are a lot more boats with women in them.


Then I designed some blocks, which would look like a swirling school of fish when put together, and placed the photo in the middle. I also turned the photo blue to better blend in with the fabrics I planned to use.


I thought it was a bit tame with only the blue colours, so I added some sunshine, – which I am also sure these women had in their lives from time to time.


The photo was printed onto cotton fabric, and the rest of the quilt has both cotton and silk fabrics in it. The quilting lines follow the movement in the blocks surrounding the photo.

The quilt was eventually bought by an organization who then donated it to the old people’s home in our neighbouring village Kalvåg, where it now hangs.

This is entered in the Art quilt category of the Bloggers’ Quilt Festival. Be sure to go over there and have a look at all the beautiful works that have been posted, and also make sure you visit the other categories while you are at it. You can also vote for your favourite of each category from May 21st to May 29th.

This is my 13th time participating in the Bloggers’ Quilt Festival. My previous entries can be found here:

Spring 2009

Autumn 2009

Spring 2010

Autumn 2010

Spring 2011

Autumn 2011

Spring 2012

Autumn 2012

Spring 2013

Autumn 2013

Spring 2014

Autumn 2014






The photo below came into my in-box a few days ago.  My husband sent it to me, and it made me stop to think, and marvel, – not just at the beauty of the colourful sunrise scene, but most of all at the technologies that made it possible for him to share this with me.

My husband is a fisherman on the high seas, – has been ever since he was out of school, – and during summer holidays when still in school.  In former years they were often fishing around the Western Isles and west of Ireland, some times around Iceland, Greenland, and for a short period  even on the other side of the globe; off the coast of South Africa and into the Indian Ocean.  These days they are most often just off the coast of Norway, or into the Barent Sea.  The time they stay out at sea varies, – from 4 to 7-8 weeks depending on various things.

This year we have been married for 35 years.

In the beginning we communicated over the radio, – the kind where you had to say “over” as a signal for the other person to speak, and then “over and out” when you were finished.  On the radio on board he contacted a land based radio station, where they put the call through the telephone to me.  So even though I was speaking on the phone, I still had to say “over”, which took some getting used to. Also, everyone else with a radio receiver could listen in on the conversations, so you had to be careful with what you said.  When they were far away, there would be days and days, even weeks, when they could not get through to the land based stations. If this lasted too long, he would sometimes call via land stations abroad, which was rather expensive.

Often the radio conditions were better during the night, so when we built our house, we had an extra phone outlet installed in the bedroom.  For several years, when my parents were visiting, they used to jump when the phone rang late at night. It took some getting used to that a midnight call did not signal a major crisis of some kind.  (My mother’s parents had the only phone in the area when she was growing up, and one of her tasks was to run and get the neighbours when they were wanted on the phone.  Midnight calls were always emergencies only, even when I was growing up. My mother is now 82 and is active on Facebook)

After a few years, the VHF radios took over, so we could skip the “over” stuff.  Also, normal radio receivers did not pick up the signals, so only other VHFs could listen in, – not every housewife along the coast.  (Earlier some women, – and men, – were notorious, – the radio was on in the kitchen all day, listening to the menfolk on board the boats talking, picking up information about the catch each boat were getting, – along with other tidbits.  It used to amaze me how much some people knew about the goings on up and down the coast).

Still, if conditions were bad, or if the boat was far out, it was back to the old radio.

Then mobile phones came around, but they were not good for long distances. However, when travelling close to the coast, it was, and is, possible to use them.  The first ones were not very “mobile”, by the way, – rather heavy contraptions that had to be mounted on the wall.

Our first stint at communicating via computers, was by some kind of telex-email.  We could write or copy text into a special software program which telexed the message to and from the boat via a satellite antennae. The program was never upgraded beyond Windows 98, and we still have a computer running Win98 that we “saved” for using this program.

However, satellite phones appeared big time a few years back, so the telex is out.  Now he calls me every day on the satellite phone when they are too far out for the mobiles.  They can now send and receive email, surf the internet, keep their Facebook profiles updated, and follow their children and grandchildren via blogs, emails, and online photo albums, – things we did not even dream about only ten-fifteen years ago.


So this is how he came to share this photo with me, – taken off the coast of North Norway at 05.20 in the morning on the 29th of April 2009.