The Quilter's Homecoming (Elm Creek Quilts Series #10)
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Expecting to assume ownership of Triumph Ranch, the couple instead learns that their deed is a fake, and that they must work for the rightful proprietors to earn their keep. Resourceful Elizabeth trades her trousseau -- including the fine quilts stitched by her Bergstrom relatives -- for the practical goods the Nelsons need to survive and finds friendship with California native Rosa Diaz Barclay. Yet it is Elizabeth's discovery of a mysterious cache of quilts made by a member of the Diaz family that reveals a misplaced legacy of love, land, and ancestral ties. Only by stitching the rift between the past and the future can the inhabitants of Triumph Ranch hope to live in peace alongside history.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780743260220 |
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| Publisher: | Simon & Schuster |
| Publication date: | 04/10/2007 |
| Series: | Elm Creek Quilts Series , #10 |
| Pages: | 320 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.44(h) x 1.10(d) |
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The Quilter's Homecoming
An Elm Creek Quilts NovelBy Jennifer Chiaverini
Simon & Schuster
Copyright © 2007 Jennifer ChiaveriniAll right reserved.
Chapter One
1924
As her father's car rumbled across the bridge over Elm Creek and emerged from the forest of bare-limbed trees onto a broad, snow-covered lawn of the Bergstrom estate, Elizabeth Bergstrom was seized by the sudden and unshakable certainty that she should not have come to this place. She should have stayed in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, to help her brother run the hotel, even though business invariably slowed during the holiday week. Or she should have offered to help care for her sister's newborn twins. Even celebrating Christmas alone would have been preferable to returning to Elm Creek Manor. Her lifelong feelings of warmth and comfort toward the family home had suddenly given way to dread and foreboding. She would have to pass the week next door to Henry, knowing that he was near, and waiting in vain for him to come to her.
As Elm Creek Manor came into view, Elizabeth watched her father straighten in the driver's seat, his leather-gloved fingers flexing around the steering wheel of the new Model T Ford, an unaccustomed look of ease and contentment on his face. He never drank at Elm Creek Manor, nor in the days leading up to their visits, which made Elizabeth wonder why he could not abstain in Harrisburg as well. Apparently he craved his brothers' approval more than that of his wife and children, not that anyone but Elizabethever complained about his drinking.
"We're almost home," Elizabeth's father said. Her mother responded with an almost inaudible sniff. It irked her that after all these years, her husband still referred to Elm Creek Manor as home, rather than their stylish apartment in the hotel her father had turned over to their management upon their marriage. Second only to her father's flagship hotel, the Riverview Arms was smartly situated on the most fashionable street in Harrisburg, just blocks from the capitol building. It was a good living, much more reliable and lucrative than raising horses for Bergstrom Thoroughbreds. On his better days, George remembered that, but his insistence upon calling Elm Creek Manor home smacked of ingratitude.
But in this matter, if nothing else, Elizabeth understood her father. Of course Elm Creek Manor was home. The first Bergstroms in America had established the farm in 1857 and ever since, their family had run the farm and raised their prizewinning horses there, building on to the original farmhouse as the number of their descendants grew. They had lived, loved, argued, and celebrated within those gray stone walls for generations. But it was her father's fate to fall in love with a girl who loved the comforts of the city too much to abandon them for life on a horse farm. He could not have Millie and Elm Creek Manor both, so he accepted his future father-in-law's offer to sell his stake in Bergstrom Thoroughbreds and invest the profits in the Riverview Arms. Still, though he had sold his inheritance to his siblings, Elizabeth's father would always consider Elm Creek Manor the home of his heart.
And so would she, Elizabeth told herself firmly. Though Elm Creek Manor would never belong to her the way it would her cousins, every visit would be a homecoming for as long as she lived. She would not mourn for what was lost, whether an inheritance sold off before it could pass to her, or the love of a good man whose affection she had taken for granted.
Her father parked in the circular drive and took his wife's hand to help her from the car. Elizabeth climbed down from the backseat unassisted. A host of aunts, uncles, and cousins greeted them at the door at the top of the veranda. Uncle Fred embraced his younger brother while dear Aunt Eleanor kissed Elizabeth's mother on both cheeks. Aunt Eleanor's eyes sparkled with delight to have the family reunited again, but she was paler and thinner than she had been when Elizabeth last saw her, at the end of summer. Aunt Eleanor had heart trouble and had never in Elizabeth's memory been robust, but she was so spirited that one could almost forget her affliction. Elizabeth wondered if those who lived with her daily were oblivious to how she weakened by imperceptible degrees.
Suddenly Elizabeth's four-year-old cousin, Sylvia, darted through the crowd of taller relatives and took hold of Elizabeth's sleeve. "I thought you were never going to get here," she cried. "Come and play with me."
"Let me at least get though the doorway," said Elizabeth, laughing as Sylvia tugged off her coat. She had hoped to linger long enough to ask Aunt Eleanor -- casually, of course -- if she had any news of the Nelson family, but Sylvia seized her hand and led her across the marble foyer and up two flights of stairs to the nursery before Eleanor could even give her aunt and uncle a proper greeting.
Elizabeth would have to wait until supper to learn no one had seen Henry Nelson since the harvest dance in early November, except to wave to him from a distance as he worked in the fields with his brothers and father. Elizabeth feigned indifference, but her heart sank at the thought of Henry with some other girl on his arm -- someone pretty and cheerful who didn't spend half her time in a far-distant city writing teasing letters about all the fun she was having with other young men. It was probably too much to hope Henry had danced only with his sister.
By the next morning Elizabeth had persuaded herself that she didn't care how Henry might have carried on at some silly country dance. After all, since they had said good-bye at the end of the summer, she had attended many dances, shows, and clubs, always escorted by one handsome fellow or another. Her mother worried that she was running with a fast crowd, but her father, who should have known better since his own hotel had a nightclub, assumed Elizabeth and her friends passed the time together as his own generation had -- in carefully supervised, sedate activities where young men and women congregated on opposite sides of the room unless prompted by a chaperone to interact. Elizabeth's mother had a more vivid imagination, and it was she who waited up for her youngest daughter with the lights on until she was safely tucked into bed on Friday and Saturday nights.
Every summer, Elizabeth surprised her mother by willingly abandoning the delights of the city for Elm Creek Manor. Millie, oblivious to the appeal of the solace and serenity of the farm, always expected Elizabeth to put up more of an argument. Elizabeth certainly did about everything else. She wanted to bob her hair and wear dresses with hemlines up to her knee. She plastered her bedroom walls with magazine photographs of Paris, London, Venice, and other places she was highly unlikely to visit, covering up the perfectly lovely floral wallpaper selected by Millie's mother when the hotel was built. She chatted easily with young men, guests of the hotel, before they had been properly introduced. Millie shook her head in despair over her daughter's seeming indifference to how things looked, to what people thought. Why should anyone believe she was a well-brought-up girl if she didn't behave like one?
Yet every year as spring turned to summer, Elizabeth found herself longing for the cool breeze off the Four Brothers Mountains, the scent of apple blossoms in the orchard, the grace and speed of the horses, the awkward beauty of the colts, the warmth and affection of her aunts and uncles and grandparents. She felt at ease at Elm Creek Manor. Her meddling mother was far away. She was in no danger of walking into a room to find her father passed out over a ledger, an empty brandy bottle on the desk. There was only comfort and acceptance and peace. And Henry.
Once he had only been Henry Nelson from the next farm over, a boy more her brother's friend than her own. All the children played together, Bergstroms and Nelsons, meeting at the flat rock beneath the willow next to Elm Creek after chores were done, and running wild in the forests until they were called home for supper. They met again after evening chores and stayed out well after dark, playing hide-and-seek and Ghost in the Graveyard. One hot August night on the eve of her return to the city, Elizabeth, her brother Lawrence, Henry, and Henry's brother climbed to the top of a haystack and lay on their backs watching the night sky for shooting stars. One by one the other children crept off home to bed, but Elizabeth felt compelled to stay until she had counted one hundred shooting stars. Secretly, she had convinced herself that if she could stay awake long enough to count one hundred stars, her parents would decide that they could stay another day.
She had only reached fifty-one when Lawrence sat up and brushed hay from his hair. "We should go in."
"If you want to go in, go ahead. I'll come when I'm ready."
"I'm not letting you walk back alone in the dark. You'll probably trip over a rock and fall in the creek."
The darkness hid Elizabeth's scarlet flush of shame and anger. Lawrence never made any effort to disguise his certainty that his youngest sister would fail at everything she tried. "I will not. I know the way as well as you."
"I'll walk back with her," said Henry.
Lawrence agreed, glad to be rid of the burden, then he slid down from the haystack and disappeared into the night.
Elizabeth counted shooting stars in indignant silence.
"Thank you," she said, after a while. She lay back and gazed up at the starry heavens, hay prickling beneath her, warm and sweet from the sun. After a time, Henry's hand touched hers, and closed around it. Warmth bloomed inside her, and she knew suddenly that after this summer, everything would be different. Henry had chosen her over her brother. Henry was hers.
She was fourteen.
After that, whenever Henry came to Elm Creek Manor, Elizabeth knew she was the person he had come to see. They began exchanging letters during the months they were separated, letters in which each confided more about their hopes and fears than either would have been able to say aloud. Whenever they reunited after a long absence, Elizabeth always experienced a fleeting moment of shyness, wondering if she should have told him about her dreams to visit Paris and London and Venice, her longing to leave the stifling streets of Harrisburg for the rolling hills and green forests of the Elm Creek Valley, her shame and embarrassment when her father stumbled through the hotel lobby after returning home from his favorite speakeasy, her frustration when the rest of the family turned a blind eye. But Henry never laughed at her or turned away in disgust. In time, he became her dearest confidant and closest friend.
As the years passed, Elizabeth wondered if he would ever become more than that. He never drowned her in flattery the way other young men did; in fact, he was so plainspoken and solemn she often wondered if he cared for her at all. Sometimes she teased him by describing the parties she attended back home, the flowers other young men brought her, the poems they sent. She casually threw out references to the movies she had seen in one fellow's company or another's, the dances she enjoyed, how Gerald preferred the fox-trot but Jack was wild about the Charleston and Frank seemed to consider himself another Rudolph Valentino, the way he danced the tango. She hoped to provoke Henry into making romantic gestures of his own, or at least to do something that might indicate a hidden reservoir of jealousy.
In her most recent letter, she had described a Christmas concert she had attended with a young man whose determination to marry her had only increased after she declined his first proposal. She had worn a blue velvet dress with a matching cloche hat; her escort had given her a corsage with three roses and a ribbon the exact shade of her dress. They had traveled in style in his father's new Packard. The next day, their photo appeared on the society page of the Harrisburg Patriot above a caption that declared them the most handsome couple in attendance. Elizabeth included the newspaper clipping in her letter and asked Henry for his opinion: "Do you think this will encourage him to think of us as a couple? I should discourage him, but he's such a sweet boy I hate to seem unkind. I imagine many girls are eventually won this way. Persistence is admirable in a man. If he doesn't become impatient waiting for me, maybe someday I will come to think of him as more than a friend."
Satisfied, she sent off her letter and awaited a declaration of Henry's true feelings by return mail.
It never came.
As the days passed, she began to worry that instead of stirring him into action, she had driven him away. Henry was, after all, a practical man. He would not pursue a lost cause, and she had all but declared the inevitability of her marriage to another more persistent, more expressive man. Henry had endured her teasing stoically through the years, but to repay him with musings that she might fall in love with someone else might, possibly, have been going too far.
Henry had never said he loved her. He had made her no promises. He had never kissed her and rarely held her hand except to help her jump from stone to stone as they crossed Elm Creek at the narrows, or to assist her onto her horse when they went riding. She had it on very good authority that he had not sat around pining for her at that harvest dance. How dare he end a ten-year friendship and five-year correspondence when she quite reasonably asked his opinion about the man who seemed most interested in marrying her? He ought to be flattered that she thought so highly of his opinion, especially since he seemed to lack any romantic instincts whatsoever. She would have done better to consult Lawrence.
Henry had given up too easily. If he loved her, he would have written back. He would have been waiting for her on the front steps of Elm Creek Manor to demand that she turn down Gerald or Jack or any other fellow who came too close. He would have done something.
He hadn't, and that told her the truth she did not want to know.
Two days before Christmas Eve, Elizabeth tried to lose herself in the joyful anticipation of the holidays. She played with little cousin Sylvia, threaded needles for Great-Aunt Lucinda as she sewed a green-and-red Feathered Star quilt, and helped Aunt Eleanor and the other Bergstrom women make delicious apple strudel as gifts for neighbors. Perhaps she should offer to take the Nelsons' to them at Two Bears Farm on the chance that she might see Henry -- but what then? How pathetic she would seem, hoping to win him back with pastry. It was very good pastry, but even so. She had her pride.
She was reading a Christmas story to Sylvia when a cousin came running to the nursery to announce that Elizabeth had a visitor. She almost knocked Sylvia out of the rocking chair in her haste to see who had come.
She hurried downstairs to find Henry in the kitchen talking companionably with her father and Uncle Fred. Her heart quickened at the sight of him, taller and more handsome than she remembered, fairer and slighter of frame than the Bergstrom men but with the hardened muscles and callused hands of a farmer. She was pleased to see he had since summer shaved off his seasonal mustache because she had never liked the way it hid the curve of his mouth. He smiled warmly at her, but she was struck by a newfound resolve in his eyes.
She knew at once that he had come to tell her he had fallen in love with someone else.
He invited her to go for a walk. Together they crossed the bridge over Elm Creek, passed the barn, and strolled along the apple grove, the trees bare-limbed and bleak against the gray sky. "What did you think of my last letter?" Elizabeth asked when she could endure exchanging pleasantries no longer. "You never answered, unless your reply was lost in the mail."
He was silent for a moment; the only sound was the crunching of their boots upon snow and the far-off caw of a crow. "I'm always glad to get your letters. I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to write back. I've been busy with...some business matters."
She smiled tightly. December was not usually a busy time around Two Bears Farm. "I asked for your opinion and I was counting on you to offer it."
"I wasn't sure what you were asking," said Henry. "Do I think this friend of yours considers you two a couple? I'd bet on it, if you haven't told him otherwise. Do I think you should discourage him? That depends."
"It depends?" Elizabeth stopped and looked up at him. "It depends on what?"
"Do you want him to think you're his girl or not? I never thought you were the type to marry a fellow because he wore you down, but if you are, maybe you should save him the time and trouble and marry him now."
"Thank you for the suggestion," said Elizabeth. She resumed walking, faster now, to put distance between them. "I'll consider it."
Henry easily caught up to her. "It wasn't a suggestion."
"Then what do you think?"
"Do you love him?"
"He asked me to marry him, and I refused, didn't I?"
Henry caught her by the elbow. "That doesn't answer my question. Do you love him?"
"No," Elizabeth burst out. "I don't love him, but at least I know how he feels about me, which is more than I can say about you."
She did not expect to see Henry again, but he returned the next afternoon. By that time, most of her anger had abated. Though the memory of her outburst and subsequent flight embarrassed her, she was determined not to apologize. She agreed to another walk, mostly out of curiosity. She had puzzled too long over the mystery of Henry's feelings to send him away when he had apparently decided to divulge them.
He waited until they had crossed the bridge, out of earshot of both the house and the barn -- unless they shouted, which was perhaps not out of the question. "I thought you knew I loved you."
The gracelessness of his declaration sparked her anger. "How would I know, since you've never told me?"
"Would I write to you for five years if I didn't love you? Would I come to Elm Creek Manor and see you every day you're here?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"No, I wouldn't," he said emphatically, and Elizabeth knew it to be true. Another man might, but not Henry.
"Well, say it, then," she told him.
He hesitated. "Why do I have to say it?"
"Because I need to know. Because you never lie, and if you say you love me straight out, I'll have no choice but to believe you."
He shrugged. "All right, then, I love you."
Elizabeth nearly laughed, incredulous. "Is that the best you can do?"
"What else do you want me to say?"
"I've received four proposals -- five, counting yours -- and I have to say that this one was by far the least romantic. It might very well be the least romantic proposal of all time."
"I wasn't proposing. I was only trying to tell you that I love you."
"Oh." All the blood seemed to rush to Elizabeth's face. "Oh. I didn't mean -- "
"Elizabeth, wait." His voice was low and gentle, with a trace of embarrassment. "I'm coming to that part."
She took a deep breath, ducked her chin into the collar of her coat, and waited for him to continue.
Henry took a thick envelope from his overcoat pocket. "I know you want to see the world. I know you wish you had land to call your own the way your aunt and uncle have Elm Creek Manor. I know you're tired of your father's hotel and of Harrisburg." He thrust the envelope into her hand. When she just stared at it, he said, "Go on. Open it."
She withdrew several sheets of thick paper, folded into thirds, and three photographs of an arid landscape of rolling hills dotted with clusters of oaks. She unfolded the papers, and as she scanned the first, Henry said, "Yesterday I told you I couldn't answer your letter because I was occupied with some business. That's the title to a cattle ranch in southern California."
"The Rancho Triunfo," Elizabeth read aloud. "You bought a ranch?"
"With every cent I've earned and saved since I was twelve years old. It's about forty-five miles north of Los Angeles. They say it's like paradise, Elizabeth. Summer all year round, orange trees growing in the backyard -- "
"It's so far away." And he had purchased the ranch without knowing whether she would want to go with him.
"Aren't you always saying you want to leave Harrisburg?"
"Well, yes, but..." She had wanted to see the world and then come home to Elm Creek Manor. She never meant to stay away forever. "It's on the other side of the country."
"That's the point." Henry took her hands, crumpling the papers between them. "If you'll marry me, I want to give you land of your own in the most beautiful part of the country I could find. If you won't marry me, I want to put a continent between me and the chance I might ever see you in the arms of another man."
Elizabeth felt breathless, light-headed. As far as she was concerned, the most beautiful part of the country was right here, all around them. "What about Two Bears Farm? What will your parents think?"
"They have my brothers and sister to help them work the place and take it over for them one day. If I go, there will be one less person arguing for a piece of the same pie."
And what of her family? Her mother and father expected her to marry a nice young man from Harrisburg who would come to work for her father in the family business. That was what her mother had done. Millie had shrieked in outrage when Elizabeth refused Gerald's proposal. Gerald, who would fit so neatly into Millie's plans for the hotel -- and who drank nearly as much as her father and seemed constitutionally incapable of fidelity.
It was Henry Elizabeth wanted, although when she had imagined them together it had been at Two Bears Ranch, so close to Elm Creek Manor that it was almost as good as coming home. A ranch in southern California might be beautiful, but it would not be home.
But Henry was going, with or without her.
"Yes," she told him softly. "I'll marry you."
He kissed her. The papers and photographs fell to the snowy ground, forgotten.
Copyright 2006 by Jennifer Chiaverini
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Reading Group Guide
The Quilter's Homecoming By Jennifer Chiaverini
Reading Group Discussion Guide
Discussion Questions
1. How does Henry Nelson differ from the other suitors that Elizabeth Bergstrom entertains? How is his decision to purchase a ranch in California connected to his desire to marry Elizabeth? Why do both families feel apprehensive about the newlyweds' intention to move west?
2. What do the two quilts that her family makes in preparation for her wedding and journey to California represent to Elizabeth? Why is the Chimneys and Cornerstones pattern more precious to Elizabeth than the Double Wedding Ring pattern? Why does Elizabeth agree to trade the quilts to Mrs. Diegel, and what does her decision to do so reveal about her attitude toward sacrifice in her marriage?
3. "Each of those scraps held a special memory for Elizabeth. She would collect others...and stitch them together into a patchwork of memories, a record of their journey." How do the quilts Elizabeth makes and mends function as a record of the events of the past and present in The Quilter's Homecoming? How do the quilts Elizabeth discovers contain secrets and messages from one generation to the next?
4. Why might Henry and Elizabeth be "easy marks" for hustlers like Mae and Peter? Why does Henry refuse Peter's business proposal when he believes himself to be the owner of Triumph Ranch, but choose to give all of his meager savings to Mae when he and Elizabeth are practically destitute?
5. How does the story of Rosa's family and the hardships they experience connect to the story of Elizabeth and Henry Nelson's difficulties in the Arboles Valley? Why do you think the author decided to intersperse and overlap these families' stories in the novel? To what extent does such a narrative format resemble the process of quilting?
6. "We're ranchers, not movie stars." How does Elizabeth's brief encounter with the Hollywood producer, Grover Higgins, affect her? Why is Henry so opposed to her taking a screen test? How does marriage change Elizabeth's dreams for her future, and in what ways does marriage enable her to fulfill her dreams?
7. How would you characterize the Jorgensen family, and why do they agree to take on Elizabeth and Henry Nelson as workers? Why does Mrs. Jorgensen's treatment of Elizabeth infuriate Henry? How is the Nelsons' cabin on the Jorgensen farm important in Elizabeth's discoveries about Rosa and her family?
8. Why does John Barclay despise Lars Jorgensen, and to what extent do you think his hatred is justified? Why are others in the Arboles Valley uncomfortable around the Barclay children? Why does Elizabeth help Rosa in her efforts to escape her unhappy life with John Barclay, and what does her action reveal about Elizabeth's sense of justice?
9. Which character or characters in The Quilter's Homecoming did you most identify with and why? How did the description of quilts and quilting impact your appreciation of what these characters had to endure over the years? What do you think is the "homecoming" referred to in the title, and whose homecoming is it?
10. Why are Elizabeth and Henry initially suspicious of the offer of the Barclay Farm, and what ultimately wins them over and leads to their acceptance of the property? How have they "earned" the right to name it Triumph Ranch? Why is it significant that Elizabeth finds no trace of the quilts or photo album that Rosa cherished?
11. In The Quilter's Homecoming, the quilting that occurs is primarily done in solitude — we get a glimpse of the Bergstrom women quilting, but for the most part, we see Elizabeth alone mending the quilts she discovers in the cabin on the Jorgensen farm. To what extent is quilting Elizabeth's way of feeling connected with her far-flung family?
Enhance Your Book Club
1. To view an online gallery of quilt patterns and quilts inspired by those featured in Jennifer Chiaverini's Elm Creek novels, visit the author's website: http://www.elmcreek.net/ and click on "Gallery." Check Jennifer's Chiaverini's event schedule to find out when she's coming to read in your region and plan a trip with your book club.
2. Were you moved by the Double Wedding Ring and the Chimneys and Cornerstones patterns that Elizabeth's family quilts for her before she travels to California? During your next gathering, why not piece together a quilt that your book club can deliver to someone in need? Bring squares that are meaningful to you and that tell a story. Then, consider donating your quilt to a local charity or shelter.
3. Just how much do you know about quilting? Take a quilting quiz with your fellow book club members http://www.pbs.org/americaquilts/fun/index.html/ and see if you can answer such questions as "Where is 'Quilt City, USA'?" When you're done with the quiz, read more about quilting resources in the United States and online through PBS's website, dedicated to the art of quilting.
4. Did you know that quilts have been used as images on U.S. postal stamps? To read more about Gee's Bend, a formerly little-known community of quilters in rural Alabama that has become widely renowned for their craft (and had their art featured on postal stamps), visit: http://www.quiltsofgeesbend.com/quilts/.
5. Food is important to the characters in The Quilter's Homecoming, whether it is the meal of tortillas and tamales that Isabel brings to her daughter, Rosa, or the ripe apricots that tempt the locals in the Arboles Valley. Offer some of these foods at your book club meeting, or try a restaurant that has them on the menu.
Introduction
The Quilter's Homecoming By Jennifer Chiaverini
Reading Group Discussion Guide
Discussion Questions
1. How does Henry Nelson differ from the other suitors that Elizabeth Bergstrom entertains? How is his decision to purchase a ranch in California connected to his desire to marry Elizabeth? Why do both families feel apprehensive about the newlyweds' intention to move west?
2. What do the two quilts that her family makes in preparation for her wedding and journey to California represent to Elizabeth? Why is the Chimneys and Cornerstones pattern more precious to Elizabeth than the Double Wedding Ring pattern? Why does Elizabeth agree to trade the quilts to Mrs. Diegel, and what does her decision to do so reveal about her attitude toward sacrifice in her marriage?
3. "Each of those scraps held a special memory for Elizabeth. She would collect others...and stitch them together into a patchwork of memories, a record of their journey." How do the quilts Elizabeth makes and mends function as a record of the events of the past and present in The Quilter's Homecoming? How do the quilts Elizabeth discovers contain secrets and messages from one generation to the next?
4. Why might Henry and Elizabeth be "easy marks" for hustlers like Mae and Peter? Why does Henry refuse Peter's business proposal when he believes himself to be the owner of Triumph Ranch, but choose to give all of his meager savings to Mae when he and Elizabeth are practically destitute?
5. How does the story of Rosa's family and the hardships they experience connect to the story of Elizabeth and Henry Nelson's difficulties in the Arboles Valley? Why do you think the author decided tointersperse and overlap these families' stories in the novel? To what extent does such a narrative format resemble the process of quilting?
6. "We're ranchers, not movie stars." How does Elizabeth's brief encounter with the Hollywood producer, Grover Higgins, affect her? Why is Henry so opposed to her taking a screen test? How does marriage change Elizabeth's dreams for her future, and in what ways does marriage enable her to fulfill her dreams?
7. How would you characterize the Jorgensen family, and why do they agree to take on Elizabeth and Henry Nelson as workers? Why does Mrs. Jorgensen's treatment of Elizabeth infuriate Henry? How is the Nelsons' cabin on the Jorgensen farm important in Elizabeth's discoveries about Rosa and her family?
8. Why does John Barclay despise Lars Jorgensen, and to what extent do you think his hatred is justified? Why are others in the Arboles Valley uncomfortable around the Barclay children? Why does Elizabeth help Rosa in her efforts to escape her unhappy life with John Barclay, and what does her action reveal about Elizabeth's sense of justice?
9. Which character or characters in The Quilter's Homecoming did you most identify with and why? How did the description of quilts and quilting impact your appreciation of what these characters had to endure over the years? What do you think is the "homecoming" referred to in the title, and whose homecoming is it?
10. Why are Elizabeth and Henry initially suspicious of the offer of the Barclay Farm, and what ultimately wins them over and leads to their acceptance of the property? How have they "earned" the right to name it Triumph Ranch? Why is it significant that Elizabeth finds no trace of the quilts or photo album that Rosa cherished?
11. In The Quilter's Homecoming, the quilting that occurs is primarily done in solitude — we get a glimpse of the Bergstrom women quilting, but for the most part, we see Elizabeth alone mending the quilts she discovers in the cabin on the Jorgensen farm. To what extent is quilting Elizabeth's way of feeling connected with her far-flung family?
Enhance Your Book Club
1. To view an online gallery of quilt patterns and quilts inspired by those featured in Jennifer Chiaverini's Elm Creek novels, visit the author's website: http://www.elmcreek.net/ and click on "Gallery." Check Jennifer's Chiaverini's event schedule to find out when she's coming to read in your region and plan a trip with your book club.
2. Were you moved by the Double Wedding Ring and the Chimneys and Cornerstones patterns that Elizabeth's family quilts for her before she travels to California? During your next gathering, why not piece together a quilt that your book club can deliver to someone in need? Bring squares that are meaningful to you and that tell a story. Then, consider donating your quilt to a local charity or shelter.
3. Just how much do you know about quilting? Take a quilting quiz with your fellow book club members http://www.pbs.org/americaquilts/fun/index.html/ and see if you can answer such questions as "Where is 'Quilt City, USA'?" When you're done with the quiz, read more about quilting resources in the United States and online through PBS's website, dedicated to the art of quilting.
4. Did you know that quilts have been used as images on U.S. postal stamps? To read more about Gee's Bend, a formerly little-known community of quilters in rural Alabama that has become widely renowned for their craft (and had their art featured on postal stamps), visit: http://www.quiltsofgeesbend.com/quilts/.
5. Food is important to the characters in The Quilter's Homecoming, whether it is the meal of tortillas and tamales that Isabel brings to her daughter, Rosa, or the ripe apricots that tempt the locals in the Arboles Valley. Offer some of these foods at your book club meeting, or try a restaurant that has them on the menu.