Quilting my heart

My very first memory of quilting is playing under the quilt frame “Hut” while my Grandma, mom, and aunts were quilting my uncle’s wedding quilt.
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Grandma had given me a very important job. She had quilted her fingers raw, and occasionally left spots of blood on the bottom of the quilt. I got to crawl around underneath and wipe the stains away. I thought it was really cool!
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The best part was laying on my back.
looking up at the patterns the stitches were making,
listening.
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7 thoughts on “Quilting my heart

  1. We did that too, while my mom, grandma, and aunt quilted a comforter for my mom's bed. I remember because they would let us help a little by doing a few stitches, and then they'd send us off to watch Anne of Green Gables or the really old version of Prince Caspian and/or the Voyage of the Dawn Treader on PBS. 🙂

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  2. I used to play under my grandma's quilt frame, too! She lived far away, so I didn't get to do it often, but I well remember seeing the ladies all sitting around it and sewing and talking. I'm sure it was the only ladies' social life they had.

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  3. that is a wonderful memory!

    we have my grandma's quilt frame, and some of her quilts, but i do not recall her actually quilting.

    i cannot for the life of me quilt using a frame . . .

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