In the early 80's, God provided for this Young Mama, a neighbor, a confidant, a helper, a friend in the shape of an older mama, (just two years older than I am now), to come along side me to help me adjust to being away from my family for the first time. Due to a job change, my young family packed up and moved three hours north from my home town. I had a three year old and a nine month old in tow and felt lost, discombobulated and overwhelmed. At the exact same time, my neighbor had just retired and was wondering how to fill her days.
My, my. Did we ever cover that nagging question!
This needy young mom clenched onto her loving, caring ways with a firm grip.
This Wonderful Woman babysat my children, taught me how to paint on china, shared her vast life learned wisdom and encouraged my creativity. I was known to ask her over for supper and have her bring the main course. And she did with a great deal of entertainment and enjoyment.
We were embraced readily as her buds could see what a blessing our rag tag group was to her.
Before she met her devastating fate, she handed off to me, a legacy of her talent.
As a young woman in the 1930's, she pieced a quilt top and like most of us quilters, she packed it away, 'for another time'.
Why she deemed me worthy to complete this quilt, I have no idea but I am ever so glad she did.
I probably got through two rows of hearts when my Baby Girl arrived and the reality of caring for four children prompted me to, once again, fold up the quilt and store it for another time.
Then I remembered the very vintage quilt tucked away in my stash and my memory.
I showed Baby Girl the unfinished attempt at the heart applique that I attempted for her and she liked it. She acquired fabric scraps from her mother in law's fabric stash from her grandmother and added some checked flannel from BG's grandfather's pajamas, and we were set to begin.
There was just enough fabric from the stash to complete the bindings on this quilt.
I pieced what I could salvage, determine to use the memorable fabric to it's fullest.
Then, this week, this holiday week, I worked on hand stitching all the bindings to finalize this long awaited project.
Last night, Thanksgiving Evening, seated amongst my dear ones, in front of the fire, I completed this quilt, started over 80 years ago by a woman who entrusted me to the task.
Quilters, keep an eye to legacy when creating a quilt. Quilters, understand that your talent has merit and the memories created with a quilt is worthy. Remember to entrust others to projects that will be seen to fruition....someday... and that your story will be told years from when you started your project and that is okay.
Quilts are stories in fabric and quilters weave the story.
See to it that you find or create your story for yourself and your family.