Christine Rogers

ZL3 November Hotel

I embroidered my father’s QSL card for his birthday.

ZL3 November Hotel. These are words that are deeply familiar to me. As a child I spent many hours in Dad’s radio room, listening to him talk to people on the other side of the world. I remember the sound of the static and strange high-pitched electronic sounds that would emerge from the handsome blue-enamelled radio set my father had built. I remember the static resolving into a human voice, often rich with accent, voices distant with the miles, speaking from Australia, American, Canada, Israel, Europe. Before the internet this was a small miracle.

My father is an amateur radio operator, commonly called ham radio operator, and ZL3NH is his call sign. ZL for Aotearoa New Zealand, 3 for the South Island, and NH, his personal signature. For his recent 90th birthday I decided to embroider his QSL card.

My dad, Peter Rogers.

A QSL card is a confirmation of contact. Ham radio operators would send them to each other after speaking on the radio. My father has a box full of them from all around the world, confirmations of moments of contact, voices meeting across vast distances.

Dad’s QSL card, designed by himself. It’s postcard size.

A birthday card is also a confirmation of contact, or confirmation of connection. Stitching is slow. You enter into the work itself—the call sign, the shape of the country I was born in, my father’s name, our former address and the place I called home. It is work rich with memory and meaning.

I began stitching on the plane on the way back to NZ from Europe.
I chose a variegated thread for more variety in the yellow, embracing the organic feel of stitching versus printing.