Tuesday, 7 July 2015

7/7 Remembered

I've  been making Journal Quilts since 2003  and so  in talks to quilt groups on this subject , I can speak from experience  about all the ways they can be used, from  samples for larger quilts, trying out techniques, to more personal records of events important in my life.
This  small quilt from July 2005 falls in that category. It has at its centre a copy of my train ticket from  7/7 - I was travelling to a meeting in Peterborough and this was the last train out of Kings Cross  just  as the bombs went off. Our meeting was cut short as the horrific  news broke and we were all frantically trying to contact family and friends. The next problem was how to get home - all the trains were  terminating at Peterborough. In the end a  colleague travelling back to Newbury took several of us in his car and then got a train  to Ealing, arriving home very late. Ian also  had a long journey, walking right across London to get a train from Paddington. But we were  both home, safe. 
I'd been taking a lot of photos from trains  at speed using my  new digital camera  and  happened to be  travel the same train route just a week later so took photos of my journey, remembering the week before  and my lucky escape - others were less fortunate.
We had tickets for the first night of the proms that year - a more sombre occasion than usual. Willard White singing in Tippet's 'A Child of Our Time' was particularly poignant, referring to man's inhumanity to man,  and it still leaves a lump in my throat when I hear it.
In memory of  the victims and survivors of 7/7.  


The Idaho Beauty said...

It was a terrible thing to hear about here in the States & I immediately feared for my blogger friend Margaret who I knew road trains around London often. Was so relieved when she checked in ok but just stunned by this event. It is good that you found a way in textiles to remember your own experience of this event. sand thanks for reminding the rest of us about 7/7.

Margaret Cooter said...

7/7 is still fresh in my mind - had I not decided to work at home that day, I would have been in the building that the bus blew up in front of. My colleagues spent hours waiting outside (round the back), not knowing what was going on. For days afterward, it was so sad to see the posters asking for news of people who had simply been on the way to work as usual.