Quilts

If the weather improves by Sunday, best friend/boommate will come for Easter dinner. She had been coming down from near Hutchinson almost weekly preparatory to moving in with us in May, bringing things she doesn’t need the moving company to transport.

Friend is a quilter. She has tons of fabric and sewing equipment the movers will load up and put in the very large and sunny room in our basement that will be her quilting headquarters. She has lots of projects underway, including a new quilt for our bed that we commissioned last year. She does really nice work.

I was making one of the beds yesterday and stopped to examine the quilt that I am using on it for warmth under the bedspread. You can see it in the header photo. It was made by my mother and her paternal aunts in the late 1930’s. It was made from any fabric they had on hand as well as worn clothing pieces. There was both machine and hand stitching on them . I wish I knew whose hand stitching it was, my mom’s or either Lena’s , Meta’s, Bertha”s, or Greta’s.

My mother had about four of these quilts and kept them in her cedar chest and never used them. She let me finally start using them about 30 years ago. We have two left. Friend has the opinion that quilts should be used, not stored, and if they wear out, you just make a new one. I agree with her, but it is pretty wonderful to have this 90 year old quilt to still use.

Know any quilters? What special quilts and textiles have you seen? What were your great aunts’ names?

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  1. I know all(?) my great-aunts’ names so too many to list here, and have one set of quilts that was made by one of them when my mother was born, so those would be 90 years old. The little one was on my bed for most of my childhood.

    I really should think about the fate of the ancestral quilts. So much like that I finally have, just in time to think about how to pass it on.

    I suspect I may be the last to care for awhile.

    Sobering

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