Quilting takes lots of time and much energy, and then to top that off, quilts often have stories attached to them, for instance, the material may be clothing that was worn by a loved one, the quilt was made by someone special, or maybe the quilt was even used in connection with the “Underground railroad” as a way to communicate. Some quilts are priceless because of the story that goes along with them.
My mother was a quilter. She had callouses on her thumb and middle finger of her right hand, worn by the needle from quilting so much. She had a favorite thimble she wore on her middle finger on her right hand. She loved to quilt and also loved the finished product. It relaxed her. Of course, since she loved it, she wanted to introduce her daughters to it. I can quilt, and know how to do it right but, alas it is just not my thing.
I do have a love for a beautiful quilt though.
The first quilt that I would like to share with you, is the one my mother used to teach me to quilt. That alone is enough to make it special, but it is also important to me for several more reasons. The top was made by my grandmother, Irene Rosadena McBride – Wilson (1908 -1979), when she was about 13 years old. It is made of cotton and is in the design of airplanes on an emerald green back. My mother gave the top to me and promised to teach me to quilt. If you examine this quilt, it’s very plain who quilted where. My mother who weaved that material six times onto the needle before pulling it through and me barely getting four stitches on the needle before pulling it through. :) This quilt is really showing wear due to some of the pieces of material wearing thin quickly as well as the fact that the pieces were well worn before the quilt was ever finished. It may look ragged, but I love it.
In my eyes, this is a priceless quilt.
Unless you know a quilter or are a quilter you may not realize
that a LOT of love, time, and stories goes into those quilts…
but when a quilter buys a quilt…
they can feel that love.