Last night I attended the visitation for my co workers father who died on Friday at the age of 89. He was a well loved member of our community who owned the local sewing machine shop years ago before I had started quilting.
At the visitation I was touched to see a vintage sewing machine that was on display, and also a quilt which was draped over the coffin. This quilt was a simple log cabin quilt made with scraps.
I work in a store and today I met one of his nieces, who was in town to attend the funeral. She told me that his mother had been a seamstress and made quilts. Also at least one of his sisters made quilts and wedding gowns and that one of his nephews makes wedding gowns. I already knew that in his own family quilting and sewing had skipped a generation. None of his children quilt or sew but some of his grandchildren do.
When I asked about the quilt I found out that it was pieced by either his mother or his sister and that in his last days he kept asking for this quilt which was obviously a comfort to him. I hope that the quilts that I am working on today will be as cherished.