Bayside Quilters of the Eastern Shore

 Recently I got to travel to the Eastern Shore of Maryland to teach for the Bayside Quilters of the Eastern Shore. It was a delightful trip that I enjoyed very much. There were no travel issues so that helps make a good trip even better.

I flew to BWI, Baltimore, where I was met by my contact guild women: Marianne and Lisa: 

Marianne and Lisa

In Atlanta waiting for the flight

During the more than one hour drive to Easton from BWI, my "tour guides" told me all about the area. We were a mile from Annapolis, we crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, they pointed out where they both live. It was a good ride and I got to see the sights.

We got to the Tidewater Inn in Easton, an historic hotel, where we had dinner together. The hotel is lovely and in a great old neighborhood and I really enjoyed my stay there:

The next morning I got up early so I could walk, from 5:45-6:45 am, before breakfast. I didn't go fast because I kept stopping to take pictures. The area reminds me of the Philadelphia neighborhood where I grew up, in a home built in 1900. Here are just a few photos to give you a sense of the area:

Gardens are everywhere. Local restaurants grow herbs out front I am sure they use in their dishes. It was a beautiful way to start my day. 

I had breakfast at a little place nearby, Breakfast in Easton. It had been 50 years since I ate Taylor Pork Roll--growing up it was a breakfast staple:

The guild meets in the town of Trappe, not far from Easton. I was picked up early for that trip. Once the PowerPoint was all set for my lecture, I could mingle with the guild members. After the business meeting, my lecture was "My Joyful Journey", the story of my "one woman show" in Houston in 2021. It gives a chance to look back at the quilts I have made, mostly traditional, from the humble beginnings to four Best of Show quilts. The lecture was well-received. 

Ready to go to "work"

After lunch we had a 3 hour class on foundation paper piecing, The Village AKA Quilter's Scrap Houses. Everyone did well and all learned something:

Back at the Tidewater Inn that afternoon I met up with good friends who drove down from Philadelphia that day. Judy and I met in 7th grade and have been friends since then. She was my maid of honor. I have known her husband Mark just as long. 

We had a great dinner at Legal Assets, a block from the Inn. It was delicious. So good, there are no photos. It was just enjoyable to sit with old friends over a great meal. 

The next day the 6 hour class was Western Sun. Several students returned from the day before and several new students joined the fun. They all did well and all learned something:

Judy and Mark spent the day sightseeing and their assignment was to make dinner plans--anywhere was fine with me as long as there was seafood.  

After my day of teaching, the 3 of us drove to St. Michael's, where they had spent the day. We ate at The Crab Claw, right on the water: 

I love seafood and eat it every chance I get. Most of time, grilled or baked. But when on "vacation" and I have the option of fried, well, yes, that is what I want. That's why I walk at least an hour every single day. It was so good, a crab cake, oysters, shrimp, clam strips and rockfish. I left most of the potato--I can have a potato anywhere:

Waterman's Seafood Sampler platter

Mark and Judy

After dinner we had the most beautiful weather. Temperatures were in the 70's and humidity was low. We walked around the Maritime Museum grounds, where Judy and Mark had toured earlier that day. An employee who was leaving told us the grounds were open after closing so we were welcome to walk all around. 

It was the "golden hour" when the light is perfect for photographs. The water was soothing, it was just a wonderful way to spend some time. Here is a glimpse of the area:

A selfie of 3 people who all have short arms

After the 10 mile drive back to Easton we said goodnight and made plans to meet for breakfast the next morning in the hotel. After breakfast our adventure would take us to Philadelphia for a couple days. Stayed tuned, next week I'll tell that part of the story.

Let's quilt.

Barbara