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.
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I'm taking my grandchildren their first quilts this weekend. I hope that they will cherish them as much as this.
What a touching story. And a testament to quilters everywhere that their work is appreciated and holds special meaning to those who receive the works of their hands. A little piece of us is stitched into those quilts and goes on to comfort those who cherish each quilt. Thanks so much for sharing your experience with us, Lisa!
Awww. Such a sweet story. I hope my quilts will be cherished like this as well. Thanks for stopping by my blog earlier. :)
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