Friday, June 28, 2013



Chapter Three

When Mother Bingham died,  Wood Haven had had an air of relief about it.  There was laughter in 
the rooms again.  Millie's illness took a tole on 
everyone who lived or worked there.

She had a bad heart, so she thought.  It was all in her head.
Nothing was organically wrong with it.  She had
a series of fake heart attacks. Real enough for nurses and doctors and round the clock help. People were coming and going all day and all night.  A regulator Grand Central Station.

It was one of those days when things didn't seem right.
  She had her vitamin shots late in the afternoon.  She had them twice a day.  Morning and at bedtime.  But on this
particular day the morning shot late in the day.  The evening shot not at all.  By the next morning she would be dead.

Who would kill a hateful old woman like that.  She was, to her friends a loving old lady who would do anything for them.  But to the family, her sons and to me, Millie wouldn't give us the time of day.  Did I say she was hateful,  a penny pinching B___H,  who would listen at key holes for fear someone was cheating her.
But I'm not bitter.

The morning of her demise,  her nurse went in to wake her.
Finding her dead wasn't on the program for that day.
We all got to thinking was it nature causes or was it MURDER.

I just can't imagine who would kill her.  Though I could name three including myself.  And for what??

Maybe about 250 million.
But for now,  as Shakespeare wrote
"Leave her to heaven."

(Thank you, Curtis for letting me tell my story.  Janet)

copyright 2013 Curtis Boehringer Mysteries 

Till we meet again,

If you are reading and quilting along...This weeks
block for chapter three is a four patch.

Each patch is made up with a solid red and a
blue and red print.
Each block should measure 9" x 9".
9 1/2" x 9 1/2" with seam allowance.

Make six.  Iron up and set aside.

We are making a scrap quilt of many colors.
13 in all.  See you next Friday
with Chapter Four.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013



The more I look through what I have photographed
the more I find.

The beauty of these old canvases are 
truly wonderful.  Pre civil war??
Who knows.

I love the old bouquets.  Forever
stitched in wool standing the test of time.

You don't have to change the water.  They are 
always fresh, no bugs.  Just loving stitches
put together to make a seat cover
more inviting to sit upon.

Having worked at an antique shop,
one gets to have the first look at these 
pieces when they come in.

Romantic wool gardens to collect 
and enjoy for years to come.
Sounds a little like pressed rose leafs.

So much for romance today!!!

Till we meet again,

Friday, June 21, 2013



Chapter Two

It was a grey and rainy day when I first come to
Wood Haven.  Christopher had brought me home to meet
his Mother.  He told her over tea that we were to be married.
I thought she was going to kill him.
On the spot. But she didn't.

She had looked at me all afternoon in a funny kind of way.
That 'my son is to good for you' way.
She asked a ton of questions about my back round.
Who my people were, what religion was I,
where was I educated.  I told her "Smith."
She said under her breath "Go to Smith you could
even spell it."  The afternoon kept getting worse.  I did not know that someone so kind looking in the painting, could be so evil in real life.  Then she showed me her paintings.

Now at this point I was so hurt.  Nothing I said had pleased her.  When I took a look at
her pictures I was in tears.  I started laughing so hard I had to leave the room.  The tears were pouring out of my eyes.
She was a bad artist.  A very bad artist.  That old lady
couldn't paint her way out of a paper bag.

That made me feel great!  I am an artist,  better than she was
and I had her son...So there!!

She would always hate me for taking away her first born.
I did not care.  Chris loved me and told his Mother to back off.  It wasn't till years later I found out that she tried to stop the wedding.  That B___H!!!

I'm sure she hated me because my husband had control over the estate after she died.  A little something his father put in his will that his mother could not change.  And that it was going to make me a very wealthy woman.  God Bless Father Bingham.

Mother Bingham was only with us three very short years before she was murdered.

(Thank you Curtis for letting me tell my story here.  Janet)

copyright 2013 Curtis Boehringer Mysteries

If you are reading and quilting along...the second block
for this quilt is a shoo fly pie patch.
(That's a nine patch with half square tri angles in the corners)

Each block should measure 9" x 9" when finished
(9 1/2" x 9 1/2" with seam allowance)

Make six shoo fly blocks in a blue print and a
white print with blue in it.
Iron and set aside.

This will be a scrap quilt made in many colors.

See you next Friday with Chapter Three.
13 in all.  Happy sewing!!

Check out my blog on Mondays and Wednesdays, too. 

Till me meet again!!


Wednesday, June 19, 2013



One of my favorite themes to
paint in needlepoint is Santa or Father Christmas
or St. Nicholas or Mr. Christmas.
I thought it would be fun 
to show you how I get going.

On a piece of cut 18 mesh needlepoint 
canvas, I start drawing out
St. Nicholas.
This time I'm thinking green and red paint.

Red for some detail and apple green
for the flower design and dots.
It's coloring like we did when we were younger.

Now for the swirls! 
Hundreds of them.  This is a
trademark of mine.
Some needlepointers stitch them and some not.
They are a nice detail.

copyright 2013 Curtis Boehringer

Before you know it I'm done.
The classical music I listen to always helps.
Thank you George Szell and The Cleveland Orchestra.
He measures about 11" high.  The colors
apple green, red and medium green
work well together. 

Hope you had fun with me today!!!

Till we meet again on Friday!

P.S. The Murder Mystery is only on Friday's.

Monday, June 17, 2013



On a colorful day like today, I'm drawing in
black and white.
I am illustrating the flowers in the garden 
and from my imagination.

For a new series. Flowers and vines, English Ivy,
a pumpkin or two...Drawing beyond the season of
Spring and Summer.

Thinking about Autumn & Halloween,
Winter & Christmas,
on a hot humid day like today is sort of funny.

Even a big black crow came to visit
must put him in the an All Hallows Eve picture.
That's the life of an artist, designer and illustrator.
We are always out of season!!!

copyright 2013 Curtis Boehringer

Till we meet again on Wednesday!

Friday, June 14, 2013


Chapter One

Millicent Elizabeth Bingham was 96 years old when she died.
The picture of her here was painted in the 1920's.
She was a handsome woman. Very stately.  Millie, as 
her friends called her, was the apple of her fathers eye.
Every one loved her.  She was married to her husband
for almost 50 years when he passed away.  William Harrison Bingham left his wife 250 million dollars.
She was the richest woman in the state... Oh hell East of 
the Mississippi!!!

Mr. Bingham had made his money in the refinement of oil.
Mrs. Bingham raised their three children.  She gardened 
and painted.  Spend his money.  Studied music and sang a little opera.
She was a great patron of the arts.
While her friends in the neighborhood  were building
museums to house art, she was painting it.
(Needless to say she was a very bad painter).

I married into the family in 1967.

When Millie passed away, the estate Wood Haven
was left to my husband Christopher and his two brothers
Gordon and Thomas.  The house had 45 rooms. 12 bedrooms,
14 bathrooms, seating rooms, dinning rooms for breakfast and dinner.  Beautiful views of the river.  179 acres of land in the Hudson river valley of New York.
It was like winning the lottery. And nobody had to 
buy a ticket!

But soon all of the happiness we had, turned into mayhem 
and murder when we found the dark, dark secrets of 
Wood Haven.

(Thank you Curtis,  for letting me tell my story here.  Janet)

copyright 2013 Curtis Boehringer Mysteries

If you are reading and quilting along...The first block
for this quilt is a nine patch.
Each block should measure 9" x 9" when finished
(9 1/2" x 9 1/2" with seam allowance)
Make six nine patch blocks in a red print and a 
white print with red in it.
Iron and set aside.

This will be a scrap quilt made in many colors.
See you next Friday with Chapter Two.
13 in all.  Happy sewing!

Check out my blog on Mondays and Wednesdays, too.

Till we meet again!!

Wednesday, June 12, 2013


In the basement of an old antique shop 
the hunt was on.  Looking for this and that,
and nothing in perticular.  But as I looked around
a bit I could not help looking at all the
beautiful flowered needlepoint.

Needlepoint chair seats and the fire screens
from a different era long ago.
Thinking of all of the women who spent hours
and hours needlepointing this lovely pieces 
and now they were in a basement shop
waiting for someone to rediscover and buy them.

One right after another. 
The cabbage roses, lillies of the valley and daisies, 
the bouquets were beautiful.  The workmenship of
the needlewomen excellent !!  Turn of the last 100 years.

I wished I could have bought them all.  In our hunt
we counted 16 wool creations just seating and waiting.
Many an old needlepoint still has life in it.

Great to decorate with.  Makes a home
looked lived in.  I have over the years I have been collecting 
and loving all of the family needlepoint. 
The history and the stories that each piece has is amazing.
Next time you go antiquing you will see what I mean.

Till we meet again,

On Friday I will start another Murder Mystery.
Murder Mystery Friday's...If you are a quilter
please join patterns to make the quilt.

Monday, June 10, 2013


The beauty of the Mountain Laurel 
in the front yard is taking one's 
breath away.

The green of the ground cover
in that amazing shade of apple green
always reminds me of the freshness 
of the season.

The old urn in the backyard planted
with pink and red flowers
of summer.

And a stone friend hiding 
in the leafs is making this spring
very special.
Now if I can only keep up with the weeds...!!!

Till we meet again,