That’s a lovely poem. It’s so sentimental and sweet. When I see an old quilt I always wonder about the maker. Makes me think of a newsperson a few years back who would randomly pick a phone number out of the white pages during visits to towns across the U.S. and do a story about that person. It proved the point that EVERYONE is interesting. I imagine every quilt has an interesting history also.
when i was little girl, my mother made me a nice and soft and warm patch work quilt. When my duaghter was born, i made her the same one myself. they are pearl moments in life.
I love this poem. I have a quilt my great grandmother made from scraps. I had my aunts and uncles each label and claim as many scraps as possible along with my great uncle. I have all of her old photo albums and I have gone through and put pictures with all the fabric scraps I can. 130 years worth! From her mother’s dresses, her father’s shirts, to kitchen curtains her mother helped her make for her first home in 1916. I would give up my transportation and go back to horse and buggy days before I gave up the quilt.
Thank you so much for sharing that! It was so sweet!
How sweet is that. Thanks for sharing it!
That’s a lovely poem. It’s so sentimental and sweet. When I see an old quilt I always wonder about the maker. Makes me think of a newsperson a few years back who would randomly pick a phone number out of the white pages during visits to towns across the U.S. and do a story about that person. It proved the point that EVERYONE is interesting. I imagine every quilt has an interesting history also.
Love the sweet poem! It makes me think of the Velveteen Rabbit with the toys that could talk to each other…
So sweet and touching! Lovely poem.
when i was little girl, my mother made me a nice and soft and warm patch work quilt. When my duaghter was born, i made her the same one myself. they are pearl moments in life.
I love this poem. I have a quilt my great grandmother made from scraps. I had my aunts and uncles each label and claim as many scraps as possible along with my great uncle. I have all of her old photo albums and I have gone through and put pictures with all the fabric scraps I can. 130 years worth! From her mother’s dresses, her father’s shirts, to kitchen curtains her mother helped her make for her first home in 1916. I would give up my transportation and go back to horse and buggy days before I gave up the quilt.