The roof timbers.
… and down. For the congregation’s comfort, each and every pew in this church has a full-length cushion. Nothing unusual, if it weren’t that every cushion is adorned with picturesque scenes depicting village life, the country side, religious themes and the name of people who made these needlepoint gems: The Church Women's Guild.
I can’t imagine how many hours it took to produce these little works of art. Because, although they are not really my cup of tea, I do admire the women who, after having taken care of their daily domestic duties, evening after evening sat by the fire happily stitching away. I would like to imagine that it was done by the light of a candle or a petrol lamp, but that would be exaggerating, because the colours look too fresh and the cushions are in too good a condition to have been made during the 20th century World Wars. Nevertheless, one can’t but admire the work and zeal that went into creating these cushions.
How are your needlepoint skills? Mine used to be quite good when I was in primary school. As a teenager, however, I had ‘better’ things to do. I tried to pick it up again just after I got married. I started out on the ambitious project of making a table cloth with a red and green Christmas motif. If someone had ordained then that there would be no more Christmases until the work was finished, Santa Claus would since long have eaten his reindeer, simply in order to survive …