My great grandma made this quilt for me when I was 7 years old. It is hand pieced, hand quilted and knotted. She kept a quilting frame set up in the corner of her family room and she made a quilt for one family member as a Christmas gift each year.
She "quilted her way down the list" making one first for her oldest child, then the 2nd, then the third and so on. For her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren until everyone received their gift. I am the baby of the family and she was nearly 90 years old when it was my year to get a quilt.
She kept her fabric stash in one of the upstairs guest rooms and I remember being in awe of so many beautiful fabrics in one place. She let me choose the material for my quilt - helping with color choices as necessary. I would play with fabric scraps under the quilting frame while she sewed. We sang songs and discussed such important things as what we intended to wear to church on Sunday, whether we wanted to watch The Guiding Light (how I miss that soap opera) and what our favorite ice cream flavors were.
I received my quilt for Christmas in 1975 and she passed away peacefully the following April. It is beginning to wear and fray now but no matter - it is one of my most prized possessions. I keep it in the family room, draped over the sofa. Its beauty brightens up the room while it patiently waits for me. Beckoning me with its softness and warmth on cool evenings. Evoking precious memories of my beloved Granny daily.
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