When I was a child, our across the road neighbor was a widow by the name of Mamie Windsor. She was a retired teacher and from one of the more well know families in our small town. She and my Mom became friends, but most of the time she just scared the hell out of me. I don't know really why, but as small children, we don't really need a reason to be scared...we just are and cannot begin to explain why.
At some point, she gave me a lovely pink and white 'summer weight' quilt. It was the Double Wedding Ring pattern and I fell in love with it immediately. Now, it was not a Linus love thing. This quilt had the place of honor on my bed and rarely touched the floor. It was too precious to me. I know I used quilts that my mother, grandmother, and great grandmother made, but this was mine! It went to college with me and grad school afterward.
When I finally lived on my on -- alone -- it was my quilt of choice to snuggle under when watching TV, reading, or studying. It now lived folded carefully on the end of my living room couch...within easy reach when I needed it's warmth. It was that perfect weight...not too heavy and even in the Summer when the AC was too cold for just sitting, it kept me just the right kind of cozy. When winter came knocking at the door, it finally made it to my bed as that transition piece before the furnace was used nightly...again, just the right weight and perfect coziness for good sleeping.
I still have that quilt. It is very fragile and rarely used because it is much thinner now. Hundreds of runs through the laundry have compacted the thin batting. There are areas where stuffing has creeped out and away because worn spots were never mended.
It is still a comfort to me, though used rarely, but it is still just the perfect weight when I need something to chase the chill when I am reading, napping, watching TV, and now my writing companion.
I am a quilter as was my Mother and my Grandmother before me. Nothing I have made has given me the pleasure of this pink and white quilt passed on to me by a woman who scared the hell out of me as a child. Not having any family remaining, I need to find a deserving child or children and pass my quilts on to them. Hopefully, one of my quilts will provide a small comfort like my Mamie quilt did for me.
Always I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you LOVE.
As Ever, Annie
At some point, she gave me a lovely pink and white 'summer weight' quilt. It was the Double Wedding Ring pattern and I fell in love with it immediately. Now, it was not a Linus love thing. This quilt had the place of honor on my bed and rarely touched the floor. It was too precious to me. I know I used quilts that my mother, grandmother, and great grandmother made, but this was mine! It went to college with me and grad school afterward.
When I finally lived on my on -- alone -- it was my quilt of choice to snuggle under when watching TV, reading, or studying. It now lived folded carefully on the end of my living room couch...within easy reach when I needed it's warmth. It was that perfect weight...not too heavy and even in the Summer when the AC was too cold for just sitting, it kept me just the right kind of cozy. When winter came knocking at the door, it finally made it to my bed as that transition piece before the furnace was used nightly...again, just the right weight and perfect coziness for good sleeping.
I still have that quilt. It is very fragile and rarely used because it is much thinner now. Hundreds of runs through the laundry have compacted the thin batting. There are areas where stuffing has creeped out and away because worn spots were never mended.
It is still a comfort to me, though used rarely, but it is still just the perfect weight when I need something to chase the chill when I am reading, napping, watching TV, and now my writing companion.
I am a quilter as was my Mother and my Grandmother before me. Nothing I have made has given me the pleasure of this pink and white quilt passed on to me by a woman who scared the hell out of me as a child. Not having any family remaining, I need to find a deserving child or children and pass my quilts on to them. Hopefully, one of my quilts will provide a small comfort like my Mamie quilt did for me.
Always I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you LOVE.
As Ever, Annie
