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!
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.