I grew up sleeping under the quilts my maternal grandmother made for me. My crib quilt as a baby and then beloved cat quilt in my big girl bed.
My mother had stacks of handmade quilts for every bed in the house and extras piled on a shelf in the linen closet. Back then (you know when dinosaurs roamed the earth) they were not the collectable item that they are today . . . . . . . they were a much used household necessity.
My grandma sewed, painted with oils and she loved to crochet. How she found the time with 9 children, a big house, a huge garden, a grocery store, a summer farm and whatever other businesses my grandfather owned, I will never know. It amazes me to think about how accomplished she was. I feel so lucky to still have those two quilts in my possession.
This is my baby quilt, bonneted ladies. I doubt highly she used any sort of pattern that she “bought”. She more than likely roughed it out on newspaper or aaa paper bag paper and fashioned her own pattern.
I remember carrying this quilt around when I was 2 or 3. My mother finally took it from me so that I would not completely destroy it. I am so very thankful she did. I love this quilt and sometimes I will just stand and look at it hanging from my quilt shelf and run my hands over it. I can feel the love with which it was made still radiating from the stitches. I cherish it so much.
This is my cat quilt. It was the blanket on my bed, under whatever bedspread I used from the time I started sleeping in my big girl twin bed until I moved out of the house in my late teens. It got packed up and came to live with me in my new life. It stayed packed for a long time before I took it out and put it on my quilt shelf.
I love how she hand embroidered everything. Aren’t the the cats’ eyes great?
These quilts hang in my hallway on a huge quilt hanger/shelf that The Husband made me (thank you) and I get to walk by them everyday and think of my grandma. It always makes me smile.
Thank you Grandma. I miss you.