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Mom was showing me some things she rescued from a box in the basement (apparently they had gotten damp). She pulled out this little baby quilt that was just darling and really well made, in excellent condition, except for the stain on the back from the moisture (she's already gotten it almost all the way out, it's more a shadow). It turns out it was my baby quilt sewn for me by my grandmother.
A few people know the story, but I'll repeat it, so the significance of this find can be understood. When all of us grandkids were little, my grandmother made each of us a quilt for our wedding presents. Of us all, only my brother Danny and I didn't ever get our quilts, one of my aunts took it after my grandmother's death. I had seen the quilt, it had my name pinned to it, so I know it existed.
It's always been kinda painful to me that my aunts, whichever one took it, would take one of the few things I'd have that directly came from Grandma. Especially since her last 10 years or so were such painful ones, recovering from several strokes. This quilt I was to have represented a time in which she was still strong, still very much a grandmother. Even if I didn't really get to see her much.
Mom says that Grandma made the baby quilt and then she (Mom) quilted the rings herself, by hand. It's a very sturdy, very pretty piece of my own history and it drew a lump in my throat to get it back, after what, 40 years? :P
I'm thinking I should frame it. Since it's a baby blanket, it's not enormous, so I don't think it would be terribly expensive. And it would keep it safe...
A few people know the story, but I'll repeat it, so the significance of this find can be understood. When all of us grandkids were little, my grandmother made each of us a quilt for our wedding presents. Of us all, only my brother Danny and I didn't ever get our quilts, one of my aunts took it after my grandmother's death. I had seen the quilt, it had my name pinned to it, so I know it existed.
It's always been kinda painful to me that my aunts, whichever one took it, would take one of the few things I'd have that directly came from Grandma. Especially since her last 10 years or so were such painful ones, recovering from several strokes. This quilt I was to have represented a time in which she was still strong, still very much a grandmother. Even if I didn't really get to see her much.
Mom says that Grandma made the baby quilt and then she (Mom) quilted the rings herself, by hand. It's a very sturdy, very pretty piece of my own history and it drew a lump in my throat to get it back, after what, 40 years? :P
I'm thinking I should frame it. Since it's a baby blanket, it's not enormous, so I don't think it would be terribly expensive. And it would keep it safe...
