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Thursday, November 3, 2011
Grandma's Quilting Side
There's an old patchwork memory
that lingers in my mind
and some old quilting frames
long since left behind
I see her quilting there
with her needle in hand
sewing every little stitch
so meticulous and grand
Moving this way and that
quilting the whole day through
creating a quilter's masterpiece
as only grandma could do
And those old quilting scraps
she never threw any away
she always made use of them
in the quilts she put on display
Each one became a symbol
of my grandma's quilting side
left behind for her family
to admire with love and pride
I miss walking in the door
and seeing her still there
over behind grandpa's chair
stitching every little square
My beautiful keepsake memories
today continues to thrive
when I look at grandma's quilt
they surely do come alive
Susie Swanson
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A lovely and heartwarming poem, Susie. I visit a little lady who is 89 and she has a quilt that her mama made out of her little girl dresses. Such sweet memories and a labor of love.
ReplyDeleteI gather your grandmother did all the stitching by hand. What a long task and how beautiful the finished garment. I love quilts and your grandmother was much loved by you as a very special person. I am bulding that same sort of relationships with my own grandchildren.Family love and security. WONSDERFUL!
ReplyDeleteThank you Maple Lane. I bet that quilt is beautiful and I would love to gaze upon it. So much love and work were put into them. They made them out of anything they could get their hands on.
ReplyDeleteThank you Crystal Mary, yes she did stitch them all by hand. I have one that I cherish so much. It's so wonderful to have granchildren, like you I hope I can leave something for them to treasure..
I used to have a lot of quilts that were either made for me or inherited, and each had a story. Unfortunately, storage space, poverty and an unappreciative wife caused me to sell all but three or so.
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful memories of your grandmother! Quilts are heirloom pieces of art.
ReplyDeleteYour grandma sewed love into every one of those quilts, Susie. My grandma did the same thing. Sweet poem with lovely memories. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories of your grandmother, I love quilts, thankfully I've collected a few family heirlooms over the years.
ReplyDeleteLove your poem !
~Jo
Being a quilter myself, I truly enjoyed this poem. I have quilts waiting for all the grandchildren and hope they have memories of me as sweet as those you have of your grandmother. And -- I'm still waiting to see the quilts you've made.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear that George, I bet it made you sick to have to give them p.
ReplyDeleteThey surely are Mama-bug, quilting is a keepsake that passes down from one generation to another..
@Daisy, they sure did, they put their heart and soul into it..
Thanks Jo, I would love to see your heirlooms, bet they are beautiful..
lil red hen, I knew you would enjoy it. I will post pics as soon as I get a digital camera that works.. Thank you all for the lovely comments and visits..
Loved the post, most enjoyable to read.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Quilts are a wonderful family keepsake. Grandma used to make them and sell them for a couple of dollars a long, long time ago! Can you imagine selling them for such a small amount. They were made for warmth back then, not for show, though they were pretty.
ReplyDeleteThank you Yvonne, glad you enjoyed it..
ReplyDelete@Janet
Those quilts were worth so much more than they got for them back then. A quilt is priceless, and they needed them for the beds to keep warm. So many big families back then.. Thanks for the visit and Comments..