Oh the stories an old quilt can tell. I moved in with my grandparents when I was 12. My grandma (Thelma) was no longer quilting then, but I have heard wonderful and outrageous stories and have created a lot of my own. I would give anything to have been a fly on the wall back then. My PaPa had put my Grandma’s quilting frames on a pulley system so it was easy to pull the quilt they were working on up to the ceiling and down to their chairs when they were ready to quilt again. I only inherited one quilt from my Grandma and that was a large orange Lone Star. I pull it out and look at it and imagine the stores the ladies shared as they were working on it.
I named my Longarm, Thelma, after my Grandma. I wonder what she would think if she could see it? I bet after all the shininess wore off that she would prefer to go back to quilting by hand. Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE what I do, but nothing beats the look and feel of a hand quilted quilt. I asked my Mom where Grandma’s old quilting frames were and she told me they were donated to a museum out in Van Horn, TX. What a shame I thought! Collecting dust in an old museum when I would have loved to have tried them out here.
How great would it be to just have the door open anytime during the day and a girlfriend or two pop over to help you “quilt” a quilt? I sit here sighing and thinking “why can’t it be like the good old days?” I guess it goes back to living “In the Moment”. Don’t let life get too busy. I have a quilting bucket list and this is on the list. Set aside the time with my friends to “quilt” a quilt before my quilting bucket list actually becomes a “bucket” list……
I have been spending a lot of time with Thelma these past few weeks and I took out my orange Lone Star tonight and enjoyed my memories….If you have any old quilts you inherited, pull them out. I bet they have a lot of stories to share with you.
Oh and PS – the story at the top is true. Can you imagine? Lard and Flour – what a mess!!!
Have a great weekend!