Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Mom's Quilt

Patti at Embracing Home is hosting a link party called Trip to the Past Tuesday.  It's a chance to share stories, photos, anything nostalgic. As someone who enjoys family history, I'm looking forward to sharing some of the keepsakes in my home and getting their stories written down.  It's an open party, all are welcome!

One of my favorite family treasures is a quilt that my mother made. She created it with pieces of fabric from members of our family. Little scraps of one-and-a-half-inch squares, join together to form rings that interlock with one another. The pattern is called the Wedding Ring.

I remember when Mom was making it. She gathered the scraps as though on a treasure hunt.  A scrap from Grandma's apron, a piece of Pop Pop's work shirt, another piece  from my brother's old Army fatigues. They were taken from clothes that had been discarded or no longer deemed functional,  snipped from the bottom of a shirt tail or inside a pocket.  Many of the pieces were taken from the scrap bag, fabric from sewing projects that she and I made.  I recognized the gingham from curtains she stitched that framed the windows in our kitchen.  There were pieces from the smock tops I made in junior high and proudly wore to school.  A piece of pink flannel with a puppy print were from a cousin's worn out pajamas, and a square cut carefully from the hem of an aunt's maternity blouse reveals the faded print of a kitten and a straw hat.

I run my fingers over the fabrics, coarse twill next to worn cotton pieced next to thin shirting. I have forgotten the source for each individual piece, but I can see the faces of my grandparents, my father, my brothers, cousins, aunts and uncles.  Their faces stand out as boldly as the bright colors against muslin background.  I can see Mom's hands at work, pulling needle and thread through the layers, stitching frayed edges to hold the patches within the quilt, just as our family is bound together by circumstance and love.  It is her legacy, to remind us that although we are all very different, we are one family.


Dayle ~ A Collection of Days said...

What a gorgeous quilt, with such sweet memories to go with it. I'm blessed to have a collection of quilts from ancestors and to have a mother who makes quilts, as well. I guess I didn't get that gene, but I'm grateful to those who still practice this art.

Patti said...

What a beautiful quilt! Your mom's sewing skills are amazing. I can sew a button on something, but that is the extent of my ability with the needle. I stand in awe of people who are able to craft beautiful quilts like that.

I love that you can actually remember what many of the fabric pieces were from, but even on those you can't, you remember the people behind the fabric. And isn't that the real thing to remember---those precious people whose lives are intertwined with ours.

Your article is beautifully-written. Thank you so much for being part of the party this week.


Leslie said...

Oh my gosh... your mothers quilt is beautiful!!!!! I love hearing of where the scraps came from, that makes it all the more special! Love it!!!

Blondie's Journal said...

Your mother was quite a woman and I bet, an inspiration. Hand quilting is something I really admire~~~the patience it requires. The love. And with scraps that stir memories, it doesn't get any better!

Loved that you visited today, Karen!


Optimistic Existentialist said...

That is one of the most beautiful quilts that I have ever seen :)

I wish you a wonderful Wednesday!

Keira said...

Amazing idea! It is a piece of history! A travel trough time quilt!

Lynn Bean said...

That is so very beautiful! What memories you have each time you look at your quilt. Nothing sweeter! Have a great weekend, Lynn